A dream-yes a dream,

With the sandpiper I flew,

Across the way,

To the edge of the world ,

The edge of reality,

Where colors faded,

To hues of gray,

With barren buzz and meaningful hum;

I meandered on to the stone wet wall,

Looked down to only forget what I saw,

And to think only moments before,

I landed weightlessly to the ground,

The trees talked in words lost in time,

Nothing plantlike had lived yet still survived,

They rambled on disturbing rhythm,

Then flash to black broken by light;

We’re at the path leading to the woods core,

I don’t belong here,

I followed to far,

The gray spectrum children dancing,

On both sides with glee,

While the sandpiper rang true,

To sing by me;

A place I’d like to stay,

The forest dangerous,

Yet the fields okay,

But its time to rest,

The pale girl says,

Go back,

Then shut the lens,

Woken to bright blinding natural light,

No birds nor playmates nor freeing flight,

A dream a dream just a dream.