A Sleep Story

Laying properly on my side

I am awake in my mind, 
I am awake.

My mind leads me to a field.

In the distance,
the sun dances off a house.

Inside I see a familiar face
Many children

This house keeps me for the night

I lay down to sleep

But my body is restless

So I wander outside
And gaze upon a sea of stars.

A pond is what I drift to next.

I stare into the water

as a man interludes me.

A writer, a husband, a cross dresser

He approaches in heels

From his jacket he pulls three majestic stones

‘Take these to the end of the world’ he says

Handing me the glowing rounds, he dissipates

This image leaves my eyes

I become a visual movement of my own

I watch as I turn to the edge of the pond
Placing two stones into the Earth

But the last one I want to hold

I bring it to my mouth

A lush bite is filling

Unaware I have traveled back to the house

I suddenly realize what I need to be doing

In a moment I am running

Time is not closing

My mind is

I trip into the water

Reaching out my palm
With the round that is left

Dipping my soul into it

As the glowing rounds circulate the Earth

My mind flows into the stream

My consciousness is awakened.

12/11/12
~B