Mountain Dreaming

Mountain Dreaming

He snuggled deep beneath the cover
looking out the open bedroom window.
The night's stars filled the sky
and a June breeze came to blow.

Soft yet sudden came the sound
of a Screech Owl and a companion.
As the boy listened he imagined
that this was a wild white stallion.

Nervously roaming the hill-tops
in the shadows of his room,
Rearing on magnificent hind-legs
to whinney and challenge the moon.

Twisting and tossing his noble head
announcing with eyes of flashing fire,
A warning to all that would come near
of his power, magic, and dreaded ire.

Shivering the boy quickly slid deeper
beneath the quilt made by his mother.
Knowing that he was the last to be awake
by the snoring of his brother.

And there in the still and quiet
at the empty bottom of one second in the dark
The universe was revealed complete
through a crack in the silence left by a dog's bark.

Then it was there from afar
an old and moaning drawn-out blast
The night train through town came rumbling
always slow, never very fast.

Savoring that solomn and comforting sound
he began to lightly drift away,
lulled by the vibrating bliss of now
he let go for a slide into the next day.