The Unknown Realm

This one is sort of personal to me...

I awaken on a sandy surface

In a realm entirely antithetical to which I ever seen

I search around this new area

My head and eyes copying that of an owl

It was early morning

Neither the strike of the midnight hour

Nor the early stages of dawn

But a sort of limbo placed cleanly

Between these two times

I stand upright,

My body regaining its full consciousness

Clearing my eyes of dust and sand,

I come to realize that I have washed ashore on a desert

But.. washed ashore from what?

And if that be the dismal truth,

Where then is the water which brushed me on the accursed plane?

Deciding that I am left without neither choice nor right,

I walk along the lonesome desert

Hour beyond wretched hour is spent in this manner,

And I may swear to our Authority

That nothing seemed to changed -

The sand never changed,

The rocks were in the same formation,

And - worst of all -

There was not a drop of water in sight

I began to feel my already unexplained sore throat

Dry up, as if it were plaster for a child’s sculpture

I was in full awareness that I must quench myself soon

Or otherwise face the dire possibility of Death’s embrace

I began to run

Where to or what plan I had once I found a destination

I was completely oblivious to

All that I knew without hesitation was that my body implored for liquid

I kept running and running and running

And then - I stopped

I had left the desert

And, in place, entered a meadow

It gave me harshly blown remembrance of the garden raised in Eden

Of course, I had never set foot in this Biblical land,

But my mind seemed to refuse to believe any other analogy

I gasped and nearly swoon, though forced my control

I was alone

But that was not what had surprised me

There, dead center of the meadow,

Was a small, but overly satisfying pond

Sprinting with Diana’s speed,

I reached the water within half a second,

Drinking for what felt like a heavenly few hours,

Until finally quenching my thirst

Then, once full of liquid, I passed out into slumber,

With a grin upon my face

I awoke once more to find that I was, in fact,

Not alone

About a hundred yards south-west of the pool,

(the meadow was completely scarce of trees,

allowing me to view this extraordinary length)

I saw a woman with fine hair,

As deep and brown as the finest of French chocolates

And with eyes that could make even Venus,

Grow green with envy

Upon my first sight, I had gathered that I was dead,

For this cherubic face must have belonged only in Paradise

But upon closer insight, I gathered much more

It was my love, my darling, my dear bride

The one I lost so many years past

To the foolishness of another man and his bottle

Tears in my eyes, I ran to embrace her,

Kissing every inch of her perfect body,

Giggling like a schoolboy while doing so

Words could not explain the happiness I had felt in those few moments,

Followed by an even more beautiful hour

We had - after so many years of hardships and waiting -

Placed the final stone of the mountain which would have been our marriage

She was swift, as was I

We embraced much more tightly,

Her nails piercing my skin,

As we both began our continuous climax,

Whispering into each other’s ear,

Promises of love

And then, I awoke

Truly, undeniably woke

To find only my bedroom, with a shelf full of forgotten lore,

And a stack of classical tunes, in which she and I shared

I collapsed upon the bed,

Trying everything to bring back the false memory,

While I wept.

Author's Note

Just so you know, poetry is a part of me, so more likely than not the only advice I will consider will be grammar. I just feel changing anything else will go against the purpose of my poetry.