Dreamer

If it were all a dream water would flow through from the sea to the earth And where earth meets the waters mighty crest a shore would stand If it were all a dream time would move unaccountably Like wind though a mill it would pass slowly, and then swiftly day to night If this were all a dream limbs of my body would outstretch and relieve their own pains The hand would flow through the air in prayer and namaste to the pull of gravity Motioning to the bend in my legs, hips, back and neck into harmonious posture If this were all a dream there would be joy on the peoples faces around me there would be confusion on the faces around me the scenes of life would uneasily move from one to the next the deep thoughts of a foe become the woes of a friend the tourists would pass along the stream of my unconsciousness soliciting my fears confirming my self doubts gnawing at my skull enough to make me want to choke I cant be too sure if the sounds from across the hall are in my sleep or awareness The next door over may not be safe and may also be new to discover If this were all a dream Food would exist and somehow disappear as if the goodness was too good to be true the makings of my imagination could seek the best wine, the best chocolate, the ripest fruit and taste flavors from all over the world as if God himself put it there to be enjoyed This would be a dream I could hope to revisit If this were all a dream I could manifest my highest desires, if i could see the way to grab them off that pedestal Desire to grasp the essence of what would become of me in this dream Like when you're dreaming and the noise from the last scene clouds the next You know the feeling? If this were a dream I could remain who I want to be throughout its entirety, with the exceptions of uncontrolled outcomes from somewhere deep inside me If this dream were to end the only way I could see clearly would to be in a cloudless mind unlocked by myself I feel As though I were to be able to jump out of this body and revisit my last dreamscape Twisting, whistles, and creatures and things My nightmare brings the worst of my dreams and becomes a sad waking reality I lose, I win, I see the truth again, and again. Be still in this dream As the rainbows come and go where they come from nobody knows If this were all a dream, Where does the world we are in come from Appearing as majestically as the prisms of a rainbow -Jess