Waking Up

4th January 2005

I set my feet upon the bright green grass
And patches of fallen leaves lit in warm rays in color of brass,
Sparkling amongst the fresh green crowns of monument trees,
I rejoice in reassuring distant sound of busy bees.

As i walk in a slow steady pace, stopping here and there,
I touch the mighty trunks of elderly trees where
The essence of life i can feel flowing slowly, already there for eternity,
While the time spent in this magic forest fills me with serenity.

But sometimes a flash of misery freezes my mind for a while,
I overlook fields of burnt leaves and trees, ashes and dust, pile after pile.
But then, in a touch of your soft warm hand
I forget that snickering picture and listen to your soft laughter cheering the land.

And in your touch and kiss and look in your eyes,
I can read about all your silent prayers and helpless cries,
Just like i let you explore the fantasy land i dwell in,
The wasteland lying in ashes and joyful forest akin.

And even while in reality our hands cannot touch and hold,
We ramble together and let our dim dreams slowly unfold,
As the warm, tender rays of sun hanging on the blanket heaven
Dispel the cold mists and thaw the web of fear in our hearts woven.

Yet we are frigid and fragile from the night’s restless sleep,
But all the warmth of the sun and the land and the love deep,
Unfreezes slowly our fearful souls and frail bodies and loving hearts,
While we can still feel the spirit of the night as it reluctantly parts.

And we come across a stream of refreshing water in our slow, dreamy walk,
We listen to its mild sound, trying to comprehend, as if it tried to talk
To us about the land it visited on its path before,
Of magic and cries and platforms and waterfalls and of joy and sore

Still, a little part of my mind is painfully aware of future and past,
That this mellow land has begun and will end, whatsoever spell did you cast
To protect us from the everyday life, its tirefullness and vulgarity,
So in our colorful dreams no more will we dwell in undisrupted tranquility.

Yes i can hear the bell ringing, the dream is forever gone,
On the distant horizon, behind the hills and mists, rising is sun,
I look into your eyes wide open, i see that you can recall our dream.
You kiss me and hold my hand, the affection flows freely in an unhindered stream.

And sometimes when i sit lonely at my desk, the dream touches me for a hardly-noticeable moment.