Dreaming
Dreaming
“Dreamlike”, I slipped deeper into an “imaginary” place -
A strange, silent, brooding, “surreal” castle,
Built into the side of a mountain in a land of perpetual snows,
And lighted only by “hazy”, flickering torches.
Deep into the “shadowy”, towering nimbus of
Doubt, depression, despair,
That dogged my every step.
Floating in “unreal” picture frames,
I travelled “trancelike” in search of Taktsang,
And the Tiger’s Nest,
Where I was told serenity and happiness abide.
Later, awakening to the sound of prayer wheels,
The sun had crested.
A shaven, monk in a saffron, “ethereal” robe,
Who has nothing, but has no need of anything,
Presented me with a chalice of fragrant tea
Infused with peace, that transfigured my soul.
May 28, 2021
Contest: Writing Prompt – Dreamlike – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © David Holmes | Year Posted 2021
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