Kneeling, the dream-walker reaches
for the fulvous velvet grass at their feet.
Energised bands of light envelop their arms,
soon becoming a full-body corona of colour.
The newfound energy gently elevates the walker
into a hover.
Floating effortlessly, they cross the bright peninsula,
as the warm ocean laps at the cliff sides.
Large round turquoise boulders rest
beneath weeping lapis trees,
their branches laden with birds.
The songbirds,
with their vibrant glittering indigo plumage,
fill the air with sweet music.
Large white cranes fly silently sunward,
their departure signifying
the end of a great journey.
Vivid dreams have led the hovering guest
to the heart of the peninsula,
a flat, fragrant field of flowers
beneath the spiralling peppermint sky.
Its only feature
is a massive ancient white tree,
its vine-covered trunk revealing
a great hollow.
Beams of alternating light
cycle from within the hollow,
pulsing,
bidding a warm welcome.
At the centre of each flower
growing upon the clinging vines,
a single gazing eye
watches in silence.
As the songbirds begin to trumpet
their full-throated music
into the spiralling peppermint sky,
all eyes watch
as the visitor hovers forward,
silently fading
into the light-laden tree hollow.
The birdsong echoes into silence.
The colours begin to fade.
The traveller is immersed
in brilliant stars.
For a timeless moment,
nothing exists
but light.
Then the stars fade.
The dreamer’s eyes open,
awakening once more
to the glow
of a new morning sun.
