I dive into the cauldron

and in my dream I plunge deep into a magic cauldron it is not a pot, vat, or tank not a vessel of any kind but a turquois ocean where blue waves crash over me I plummet and vanish down, down to swim with pretty fish swallowing a sweet elixir a powerful liquid and potion magically warming my body I feel enchantment and fascination rising to the surface I float on the vastness of the ocean under a wide azure sky I notice sea birds gliding land must be close and it is . . . an island lush and green appears swimming to the sandy shore I am struck by singing bird a thousand voices loud filled with an illusion of peace and tranquility I submerge myself into a jungle and the sounds and scents the flower blooms and hues of greens and oh, those birds, divine I linger there until ... I wake in my bed to dawn birds chirping