As it came closer I saw movement
Beside it, then, color of every hue.
All shapes and sizes, is this real
I wonder, can all of this be true?
Slowly, shapes developed into tiny
People that seemed to have wings;
I think I am hallucinating.
Why am I seeing all these things?
I feel a tap upon my shoulder,
What I cry, have they left?
It’s five AM and time to arise.
A Dream? It’s gone, I’m bereft
I’ll take ten, perhaps dream again.
Copyright © 2009 Charles E. Frost
February 27 2009