Sometimes in dreams I wake up

Sometimes in my dreams i wake up

To the call of soft whistles that caress my ears

I wake up and walk with my feet bare

I move out to where the smoothness beckons...

Soft shadows of a time long gone fall before me

They appear clear as if reflections upon still water

Its as if i can touch them

As if they are part of a real world.

Mild dew cools my feet

The grass underneath feels like velvet

Why didn't i feel this all before?

I ask myself.

The old clock rings again

A pleasant chill runs through my spine

My toes feel a mild itch

They say i could go to some distant land.

A carriage comes to halt

I enter with some restrain

We fly through dew, cold, through softness

To the land where its night and day all the while.

I step down on a soft thorn

And find myself split into two

My two selves so distant , so opposite

And yet so complementing

A bell rings

I wake up to a confused sunlight.