On a Passing Cloud There Floats a Dream

On a passing cloud there floats a beautiful dream, an untold one, a secret mission, a magic quest. Unobserved initially as the sun has gently and graciously adjourned only minutes ago. Tomorrow’s whispered truths stir in my writer’s heart, as I ponder how to make it happen, and with zest. The tide creeps up with a bit of cool, startling me into a listening thing, with a wet big toe. A mellow butterfly, who must have not realized the sun was leaving, buzzes past, in a hurry. I am here now with the ocean, a few scattered people whom I do not care to know, and cooling sand. A scuffle, and I see a young mother scoop up her daughter, grab a beach towel and leave in a hurry. Alone on the beach, I watch the clouds roll in, bringing my favorite entity, my spiritual sand man. A heartfelt sigh, a slow closing of the eyes, and I flow into the strength of my glory inner self. My dream unleashed on a magic journey, a celestial mystery, known only to God and I. There is no way to disengage myself from this inner journey, my face smiles like a well-fed elf. Between the pages of the real and the unreal world, we sleep, my conscious mind, and my third eye. Upon relaxing I hear the ending line of a poem my ancestors have been giving to me. A golden harp dream of bliss, there is no hurry as my soul takes me slowly into a nirvana state. I glimmer a glimpse of an angel’s hem, knowing I am one of the few honored to see. Moonbeam world, starlight path, heavenly bridge, a world not so far, and a world of anti-hate. I am living vicariously through myself, and it is wonderful, and it feels my truth best. The puffy white clouds have lulled me to sleep, transformed me, in a quiet sweet way, in no way loud. I am one with the night now, one with the waves, warm as a robin in her mother’s cozy nest. A spiritual quest, urged on by a willing heart, a dream delivered onto me by a cummulous cloud. One in Five II Poetry Contest Sponsor: Joseph Mays Written 9- 2- 2018