The Fall – A Dream

There was a time I used to dream a lot. Some of them were scary. In some of my dreams I saw myself drowning in an expanse of water or being chased by a tiger. There were also pleasant dreams especially of enchanting mystic landscapes.  There was one dream, however, which was both scary and delightful. Here’s the description of that dream in a poem.

Lingering along the crystal blue rill

Leaping from slimy rock to rock

Pausing, enchanted by running pools clear and still

Stopping atop a huge boulder,

I peered down the murmuring pool

And slip I did and went sliding down

Slipping wet into the silent deep wetness below

Petrified I was to the bones

And suddenly I was falling no more

down the slippery rock

But rushing down, down a cascade

The roaring white gushing foam enveloping me

Terrified I was no more

And then in a flash

I was racing down a skyscraper

An ecstatic letting go

A falling up
Blissful I was

Jerking back into waking consciousness

I tried to relax and recapture the dream

Alas! Only a spherical white luminosity

Laved my mind’s eye 

Lingering for a while.