Soul Dream Walking

Fell into a dream on a summer’s day In the middle of a meadow, with sticky fingers orange marmalade toast next to me slopped onto grass Wonders happened almost instantly It was not a rabbit-hole but something better A tunnel practically hidden by a circle of sticks Coming to get me was my grandmother I had not seen her since sixty-four I found myself tumbling and rumbling Dipped into an empty cavern You are killing me I whispered. I felt her arm on my shoulder as I tumbled. Grandmother and I landed in a magical spot. A dream place I had only seen a few times. Giant bookshelves with Pippi Longstockings books and treasure maps! I was in heaven. Have I died? I asked my grandmother. No, darling, she assured me. You are merely soul dream walking. In the morning you will be back in your bed. I am disappointed to say she was right. For it is in dreams we get to visit our loved ones And only there; I never wanted to wake up But of course I have.