Sleeping stifling under eiderdowns
Roaring through dark tunnels speedily,
Twirling in the tight grip of tornado funnels,
Hurtling to hell and falling fast,
Strapped beneath the onrush of a bullcharged train,
Gasping for air as oceans swamp my lungs,
Losing the brakes as down a hill I lunge,
Striving to climb steep steps which reach at last
A castle where the gate is open and the driveway vast,
Where trees and bushes move with claws and fangs
And wolves race howling at my naked heels,
Until I reach the door and danger’s passed
But no I find it locked and no one comes
Although I pound and scream quite soundlessly,
Tossing and turning like a storm trussed tree
Losing my leaves and sense my sails and mast
When on my shoulder comes your earthly hand
Waking me, taking me with you to your world,
I dreamed, you say, about a flowered land
A garden where our love was unsurpassed,
And we lay all the day and deep blue night,
Holding eachother by a vine capped wall,
Loving and watching the star filled silent sky
And now let’s sleep again. But I contrast
Our mirrored dreams, distorted one, the other
Clear as a distant flute, a crystal stream,
Tell me your dream again, I say, and you awake
And tell me and tell me your scroll enfolding dream.
LRH
3.23.06
Linda Hepner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-me-your-dream-again/
