Dreams Sublime

There are stairs that I climbed Obscure and vague Stars shown in the darkness Not a cloud in the sky And I climbed toward the blue cloud Angels peeped and watched silently A place called dreamland lay sublime Not our place, but another quite unusually divine While ascending she bit an apple and smiled The spirit seemed twisted, not right, she implied Fingers signally, “Come hither.” Ignoring the voices, I moved forward They were dim, not bright as Elysium’s promise But while I traveled, they sought to distract my flight Again, moving away, as best one could They grabbing my shins and touching my hair Spit, from the apple, drooling, she glared Provoking my thoughts, Succubus dared The chasms before reaching the blue cloudy space Yelled and screamed demanding their voice Steadying and sober moving way past their daunts They got angrier and madder, as I progressed It seemed forever my flight on the escalator divine Screaming to close to my ears and eyesight And once I learned how to ignore their threats Their screams dissipated and my fears regressed And Elysium’s doorway opened when I turned away She then welcomed me with endearing arms that day ©2015 Bonnie G Jennings All Rights Reserved