Threw a kite out to the heaven
A gust caught up and up it went
So did I, a thousand feet and seven,
Powerless in wrath of nature lent.
Tossed around like a ragged doll
Pulled and tugged in reverse fashion
Sudden, stale air now cause my fall
From such height the green couldn’ cushion
But fine I am, no bones yet broken
My friend comes pulling me to my feet
Started to pour, our bodies soaken
Scurried without missing a beat
“Over here, to my house” she shouted
Down an open flight of stairs
Into a basement, that was flooded
A slum, a shelter, a zinc-roofed lair.
Next second I’m into a classroom
Familiar faces greeted me.
An empty chair my sharp eyes zoom
Next to a good pal ‘wanted to be
Spoke of words I don’t recall
But heated exchange with one guy
Flung my teddy to the ground with pall
Aye? It’s white not brown…. Why?
But I know it,
I was in control…
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2 may 08
I am still baffled. Even after expressing in words I cannot believe it wasn't real... And if i do believe in the meaning of dreams then the prospects aren't good. So it cannot be a dream, ... it musn't!
Tiffanie Lein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lucid-3/
