A May Dream

I was standing on a cold floor,
in a dark and silent room,
paralyzed by my thoughts.

Suddenly,
there was a flash of light
and the sound of howling wind ringing in my ears.

I rose to my feet,
with my hands shielding my eyes from the blinding sun.

I was standing on a mountaintop.

There were three other mountains,
the one to my right stood taller than the one on which I stood.
The two on my left sat just below me.

The earth was still and quiet.

The air was not hot nor cold.

I looked down at my hands
which previously hid my eyes from the painfully bright light...
they were no longer empty.

With palms up, I held a baton.
As I rose it into the air; an unseen orchestra began to play.
The music dancing across the treetops

- a rhythmic poem, not bound by words -

it was soft, like a lullaby.

Everything was swaying in perfect unison.

There was beauty and peace.

I stood there for what could have been days,
completely mesmerized.

Then it stopped,
I was still leading the orchestra... but everything stopped.

The earth became still and quiet once more.

There was a slight movement among the trees;
I thought they would dance again,
but slowly they fell to the ground.

In the blink on an eye,
I was standing among them;
the resting trees.

I turned around to face the mountains
and one by one they began to crumble.

The bright sun, still warm on my face, began to dim.

I found a place among the trees and fell into a
deep dreamless sleep.