Dream I
Cracked mirrors and still waters
A skewed reality, I step within,
Picking up the shards of glass, diamond dust
Turns to rubies with each pinprick
I prefer emeralds, wish I were a Martian
Awash in the rivers of Idd
The wall is breached bit by bit
Through the crack I glimpse
Two hanging horses,
The bamboo chime,
The rusted tin can,
Jade leaves and gold feathers,
A grave tree amidst clouds of fluff,
Falooda skies,
Lit by a street light painted red, in which
A turquoise bulb flickers incessantly
Psychedelic chaos
Bubblegum pink, cerulean blue, lemon yellow,
Rose Gold and white.
Phoenix flying, dying,
Being reborn
A palace of exile, vast, endless
A string of doors and gateways
Endlessly passing through
I reach the beginning
To lose oneself in a world
Of one’s own making
Madmen, genius and fools
Chess games between Morrison and Dali
Or battleships, or kabaddi
Glass palaces can exist
If only in my mind
In worlds of daydreams and sleepless nights
In spells, prayers and enchantments
In quantum theory and microphysics
Mythology and science fiction
These worlds shift, ripple and shimmer
Drip, meander and distort
Flow along from dream to dream,
And I move on.