HER HAZEL EYES

A trippy dream......one that I remember vividly......Not sure of it's significance.....I'll simply lay it out here for you to digest......Thank you for reading my friends.....

 

Wispy foam

Lucent waves

Emerald green

Gently lap

Upon the lagoon shore

Massive sea turtles

Docile

Non aggressive guides

Glide effortlessly

Through their liquid playground

Two Gentleman Realtors

Both extremely wealthy

Post hurricane construction

Politely they discuss

Local politics

Over stout chicory coffee

Rustic sweet pastries

Satisfied

Opinionated

Oblivious

To my sudden appearance

I tour the magical island

On the back of a furry white mongrel

In silence

He directs our journey

With deft programmed precision

Surreal sand dunes

Virgin sugar

White

Mighty windswept slopes

Flowing sea oats

Clear memories from my childhood

Before the winds of change

Blazing noonday sun

Burns my fair skin

Lost in time am I

She

Proudly displays her new beach home

Children play peacefully

On the shiny hardwood floor

“I had to sell my jewelry”  

Her somber tone

Depressed

Solemn

She wrapped her arms around my waist

Uncharacteristically

I say nothing

Large social gathering in progress

Bright Florida room

Alive with festive energy

Wings of war

Thunder from the distant runway

Sonic booms

In rhythm with the Reggae band

Me

Stranger in this exotic paradise

Yet I know it intimately

From such frequent visions

Strange eccentric guests

Greet me with kindness

Plasticized graciousness

Eclectic polished pleasantries

I smile

My canine stallion gallops onward

Ominous black clouds

Roiling fast from the east

“We shall ride the storm out here” she said

Her soft kiss goodbye

Still wet upon my cheek

We both know

Never shall we meet again

I shall remember always

Graceful fear

Glowing in her hazel eyes

Mountainous wall of water

Crashing down

Upon the peaceful seaside village

Gone in a matter of seconds

Lifetime of mystical existence

Flotsam and jetsam

All that remains for future generations

Sadly I awoke

Thus ends this trippy dream

One cold October morning

In these times of stark significance

 

 

 

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

 

 

Reviews

[alyssa]

WOW!!! VERY DESCRIPTIVE DREAM!!!
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