dream

I wondered half asleep
in a dizzy dreamlike dome.
Idle I stood staring at the scenery
of lush timberlands and fragrant fields.

My mind's eye rendered images
so brilliant with bursts of blue and gold.
Sitting, I slowly fell into slumber so deep
that I did not notice the sky.

The clouds painting pictures of ponies and pansies in the sky
turned to a somber rose and twilight hue.
Having grown tired, I turned to find a place
to sit and sleep and dream.

So I slept beneath the giant oak tree
pregnant with grass-colored foliage and spring green apples.
My mind wandered over crystal clear lakes
and poppy-covered meadows, laughing with delight.

As I stood on the hill next to the oak
I felt a sudden saddening change.
The winds whispered wicked words
and the lightning crashed sharply all around.

I scurried towards the shack
at the foot of the hill. The wind whirled
and bit me with bitter coldness.
Within the walls of my sanctuary I huddled.

A clap of thunder rattled the rustic windows.
Wide-eyed, I waited for the end of the storm.
The luminous lightning ignited the shack
with shadowy beings. One such being struck out.

Screaming, I spring out of my bed
just to hit my head upon the dream dome.
Now awake, do I dare chance...
to dream again?