The Dreame

I dreamt
I was taking pictures of the sky --
I saw marbled clouds
stretched from horizon to horizon;
a glorious expanse of whitish tints and hues,
of tiny specks of azure, cobalt and other blues.
And through my lens, at the centre of my vision,
a round pool of violet framed
and the smaller circle within, with its rays soft and tamed,
was the Sun.

An angel’s halo to me it seemed
Before a shape fell within ‘said pool --
The shape that lingered,
Of a plane, a Thunderbird of sorts,
From some Anderson puppetry show, gleamed.
Then the shape transfigured,
And it was a hawk with wings spread -- wings
Upon the sky -- a soaring black.

And then…
I woke up.


---- circa 26 February 2005