Something New

The other night I dreamt loosely around my new Haiku’s, the ones I had just composed that evening.

The best way I can describe the dream, was I was following columns of text in a spiral form.

Sunrise
The hours slip by
Between sleep time and waking
A new day is born

The text were my own words, fragments of my own poetry and even maybe of poetry I have yet to write, merging into a holographic pyramid shape. I began swirling with my own words, flowing down through the funnel like apparatus. I felt a sense of being unraveled, or of unraveling.
I felt weightless.

A Glimpse of Sunset

White clouds break open
Betray brilliant radiance
Sun darts underground

Last night, (or perhaps it was this morning) I dreamt a new dream.

The element of water was clearly present in the form of fluffy clouds passing across sky exactly the blue shade of robin eggs. I was high, in the clouds, moving as slowly and as steadily as a vapor might.

I was slowly waking into the dream, as I sometimes do, in time to realize I was listening to a voice. Aware I was on my way upwards into full consciousness, tried to notice as many things as I could before slipping awake completely.

This was definitely an unknown voice, I’d never heard it before. It was a voice of poetry made of rain and soft rolling thunder. Low and gentle it easily fell into step with the most musical stream of any park. If I let it, it could have carried me away. It seemed male, yet it carried none of the qualities usually present in male voices. It just seemed so, gentle.

It was asking me a question.

He was asking me a question.

He wanted to know if I would be open to putting aside some time for him, like this each day. “Wow”, I thought. “That’s quite a commitment.” I was speedily passing upwards, past the borders of dream land.
I woke with the answer “Yes,”
on my lips.