A Vision In the Dreamtime

For weeks I have been followed, they mirror my every move … and now I’m dreaming them they drifted in and separated me from my bed, whisking me from my sheets they fly me, to curl the other place soaring on dreams brushing just enough to touch, my feet stroll medieval turrets and like walking ripples across a lake, I glide I swept my hand through stars that floated in fingers of memory all held, in a gondola of wings (dragonflies, big as dragons) they call me in wimples serenade me to cathedrals within canopy’s of weeping willows, I am gobsmacked in their phantasmic enchantments that undulate vapoured mist, with feeling (I’m mesmerized and burning) as I, sucked into vortexes of spinning visions, and splayed out on magenta clouds, leaning over I tore it off, like cotton balls and floated it to play on whiskers of wind and when sliding over this light phantastic, winged cavaliers cradle me and feather me back to earth … I awoke to curtains dancing through mosaics of light, transforming to spread wings and lay lace wreaths over the arms of time but in the reality of dimension, in the unknown that is the surreal swaddled in the wings of a dragonfly, I’m whispering sleep to the Dreamtime