The Dream

 

The Dream

Fireworks explode above the hills,

Filled with trenches and men.

Slowly music drifts over the ridge…

Soft and sweet men smell home.

 

The organs blast and bass drum bang.

The music is getting louder and louder.

Louder.

Louder.

Suddenly it explodes over the ridges

As a troop of over a thousand men wander into the battleground.

 

Their suits were a silky white.

Their skin a dull grey.

Riding on the backs of golden elephants

They play their song…

 

Suddenly I fall from the wreckage of an exploding plane.

As I drift downwards the music gets faster and faster.

I land with a crash and feel bitter pain.

Standing up I am almost crushed.

 

Suddenly the music slows.

It becomes soft now.

Slower and slower.

Slower and slower.

 

The elephants lie down on the ground and go to sleep.

White orchids begin to fall from the clouds.

Like rain or snow…

As they reach the ground they burn to ash and fill the trenches.

 

The dead men whom had been dead since battle…

They awoke, healed.

All the soldiers and I joined hands began to dance.

 

We would turn and twist and move together.

Dance and cheer as old friends do.

As the music slowed we slowed and eventually we were lulled to sleep.

Sleeping as the docile elephants did.

 

Then I awoke. I was in a city.

No knowledge of my life before…

I was in a city

Living an average life.

Reviews

[Bella]

Very unique and well written poem. I especially liked the third stanza.

[Meradee]

This captures the inconsistency of a dream. There's no real rhyme or reason to it it's just...a dream. I like the way this was put together. Good work.
Pepper...

[C. C. Burl]

Wow, this is really good. Kinda confusing (I don't think I'm quite as smart as all the others on here! *winks*) but wonderful all the same. Great lovely imagery. Please keep writing; I love your style. Flora.