Estranged Entanglements

An estranged entanglement begins in my mind, as I slowly drift carefree.

Shapes blur and glisten...

The illuminated moon reaches through my window in search of me.

I lay quiet and listen...

A midnight library full of dreams,

Discovering doors, hidden in seams,

My body grows heavy as I imagine a scene,

That would suggest some level of abnormality.

I startle as my shoulder is brushed by a dove,

Colossal creatures tower above,

They share wondrous smiles and have petals for skin,

They've got deep green eyes and in honey they swim.

In this dream land, I venture far and deep,

Slipping softly into a seamless sleep,

Meeting that friend that I met in the spring,

Only to discover that her hair's made of string!

And her hands, I can see are different too,

Fingers astonishingly made of bamboo!

I look up again and the image begins to morph,

I peer closer and find I'm staring at a dwarf!

I eventually awake and I'm pulled from that land,

The world with dwarves, and beasts so grand,

But I may soon return, when the next moon rises,

To that land of mystery, magic and surprises.