This Beautiful Illusion...

reaching without

hands

running without

strength

talking to the sun

without

words...

I wander

without

direction

or cause

or purpose

I float with

atmospheric

ease,

weaving through

motionless

objects

in a sky

without clouds...

a halo

calls

my name,

shouts to

my soul,

energizes

the

amphitheater

of grandeur

resulting

from an

interpretive

dance of

thought...

I feel

robust

I feel

significant

I feel alive...

I drink

the essence of

appreciation

until I'm

effervescing

with joy

I don't know

where I am

I don't care

where I am

it

all

feels

so

right...

like

visiting an old

friend

with renewed

zest and

zeal...

I open

my yawning

eyes

I stretch

the fading

memory as it

dwindles away

in the

creeping,

morning

light...

it was just a

dream...

a

beautiful

i l l u s i o n...

A/N: This was the first time I awakened from a weird dream and began writing within 2 minutes. It felt like I had no choice in the matter.