A Hellish Daydream

Facing up I see a ripple in the sky Much like in the ocean caused by boats The brightness of the sky burns my cornea A white streak is stretched across linking clouds the sun peeks through slowly from a cloud as the wind picks up blowing sand in my eyes I gently rub my eyes and remove the grains And as they open I see pillars of stone Volcanic eruptions of molten lava Giant skeletal birds soaring high In the pitch black sky, starless, sunless, moonless Geysers of fire blasts shaking the ground Beneath my feet, the ground of dirty red clay Screaming and screeching from the tortures Of indentured and lost souls of the dead A steamy dry wind blows dirt in my eyes I wipe the dirt from my eyes, the screeching seizes I open my eyes and the plane is still soaring above The bright blue sky no longer burns my cornea The sun hides behind a white cloud How I wish for it to show itself again