In His Dream

The story of reality and dream, and what happens when they cross over

In his dream

He walks

With the sun warm on his back

Along a deserted soft pebble beach

Where the Mediterranean

Caresses the small stones

To the music of his soul

 

When he awakes

The snow is gusting

In the bitter north-easterly

He finds the kettle

For the warmth he craves

 

In his dream

Papillons float gently

Embracing the fragrance

Of the fuschia-coloured flowers

Whose name he has long forgotten

Indifferent to all

Except the murmur of the bees

Which is music to his soul

 

When he awakes

The clouds rest on the roof-tops

The snowflakes swoop

Like demented butterflies

Before driving determinedly

Westward

 

In his dream

The aeroplane rises lazily

Through the grey thickness

Seeking and finding

The only thing

That can halt its progress

 

When he awakes

He walks

With the sun warm on his back

Along a deserted soft pebble beach

Where the Mediterranean

Caresses the small stones

To the music of his soul

 

Forever