Lost somewhere in hypnagogia
I awoke to find I was resting along a river bed
and the swelling in my head had gone away.
It was raining in slow motion as if the ocean
was full of helium, and I could see the stars
aligning along my fingertips like wisps of blue tipped diamonds.
A beauteous creature stood before me in silence
adorned with a golden nimbus.
I could feel its touch in a gaze
that grazed along my rustic skin like wintery silk.
Refulgent purple eyes sat behind silvery lines of feather.
The river beside me turned to ice and I slid across
As if lost in a boyhood adventure seeking injury,
the sage creature curled me up in its hurricane wings
and set me about in rhythm.
We danced in the hinterland night lights
And all my troubles floated past the rain
as I inhaled the music and breathed out the air
the rhythm of omniscient violins, pained
in warm breaths of sweet wind
and blew away all my fears.
Twirling like ancient nymphs entranced by effortless grace
The world became a piece of distant memory
and we floated up into the atmospheric space
soaking our toes along the borealis
eventually letting the dark matter engulf our entity
I awoke to the sound of faint violins.