A small boy dreams himself to sleep. |
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. |