My Dream

Floating face down in a sea of dreams.
Rocked by the gentle waves of anticipation.
Drifting somewhere between what was
and what yet may be. Lost in time.
Half seen images drift below me in the
shimmering depths. Through the darkness
I become aware of lights drifting
up towards me. Two luminous balls of
glowing fire growing larger and larger as
they approach me. My heart pounds as
they draw near, the sound pounding in
my ears like a drum. I hear the distant, faint
tinkle of silvery bells. The tinkling grows
louder and louder as the lights approach me.
The orbs resolve themselves into two iridescent
eyes. The tinkling changes into laughter, warm
and sweet. A woman's laughter. The eyes and
the laughter beckon to me. Dim, half seen
memories begin to play on the back of my mind
like shadows on a curtain. It is the image of a
woman. I strain to see her. I cannot.
She is hauntingly familiar.
The shadow woman turns to me. She is
laughing. Her eyes look through me. She calls
out to me but I do not understand her words.
Then the gentle laughter stops and I am once again
swallowed up in silence. It is deafening.
Her eyes turn to emeralds and the image begins to fade.
I reach out to grasp the fiery green gems but they
transform themselves into bubbles and pop at
my touch. I strain to recall the face that I could
not see. I know that I have seen it before, I know
that I have known her before and I know that
I shall know her again, perhaps love her again.
My heart leaps at the memory of some long lost
and forgotten love. I know that my dream is real
and that reality is but the shadow of my dream.
And I know that she waits for me. She is my religion
and I shall pray to her, worship her. She is my salvation.
I feel something tugging at my body, trying to pull
me down. It is the cold current of forgetfulness.
It tries to tear me away from my dream, my love.
A chill touches my bones. I cry out. Green bubbles
rush from my mouth and as they rise they merge
together, growing larger and larger until I am
surrounded by one huge green orb. The bubble is
filled with the gentle sound of her laughter.
The orb floats me gently back to the surface
of my dream. The bubble then bursts and the
drops turn into tears. The tears wash away my
doubts and I know that my true love waits.