Brilliance, In Dream

Dream Series III

Light which rejoices on being seen.

I woke (though slept not)
in a garden.
Bees busied themselves,
a rabbit hopped along,
and a canary.

Disconnected thoughts,
Driven by singular purpose

Walk

So I did, dimly aware
of His watch.
the flowers brushed
on weary feet,
leaden feet.

The air was felt,
not smelled,
Sweet.

That I could stroll
in eternity, but
It was not to be

A sky so blue. darkened,
His laughter perceived
wrenched was I from
paradise.

Falling into His web.