The dream

The dream

The Dream.

Words leave the mouth
Like a waterfall.
Carefully throught of, carefully planned,
They tread softly, not upsetting
A silent listener.

Emotionaly, silent and
Unbound they words sink
Nowhere, left, lost and
Searching for an
Unknown speaker.

Laughter echoes out,
As he follows the yellow bricked path,
In a dream like state,
Not bothered by
Unheard of sounds.

Random and adventerous,
She sits on the wall,
Pretending to be the
Mysterious chesire cat
As the wordless owner
Passes by, disturbed.

She smiles, he frowns.
Purple striped to solid green,
She opens her mouth to speak
Perhaps something witty and true
While he shakes his head,
Weary and annoyed, he moves on
Towards a shimmering shine.

He chases the night birds,
Hoping to catch some
Long-lost notion of
Who he was or
Where he came from
Where he’s going.

Left alone again
Staring at the
Mournful moon,
Howling out a lustful
Song to the could nights air.

The cat reappears, grinning
And smirking, her legs swinging to
The gentle tune.
His eyes droop, sleepy and
Annoyed as her hair blows with
The soft wind.

Sleep over-comes him,
Driving him to dreams.
He sinks to the ground
The blue bladed grass becoming
His bed and the air
His blankets, cozy and warm.

He awakes to the birds call,
Only to find himself,
Back in his bed, the
Light green blankets rumpled
Around him

As he rubs his sleep away,
The cat blinks up in the high
Tree that sits in front of the
Pale-crystal window pane and
With a grin disappears.