Colors collide in carnival of dreams

Hazy faces vanish into the mist

God like icons tower with strength

And the dream becomes real

Do I sit and stare into space

Or do I become absorbed in this mystical place

Like the prodigal son returning

Or the person I am leaving?

Clouded figures hold out their arms

As gem-like creations sparkle and fade

Like the eyes of a thousand awakened in their sleep –

Dewy, heavy.

Do I stir and allow myself to waken

Or do I lie motionless and let myself be taken?

Like a possession of theirs

Losing possession of me.

Casting shadows on clouds as on walls

Shapes and patterns pass me by

Colors blend into sheets of light

Bland but warm

Shallow yet hypnotic

Suddenly the icons lose their godliness

And I awake.

The dream is over

Do I begin again?