It was dark when I woke
Urged from slumber by that persistent alarm
Washed, dressed but still the night
Cloaked my passage as I pulled away
Beneath the swollen moon
And into the mist
Leave behind the concrete
Enter the maze of hedgerow
Both grey in the half-light before the dawn
The birds yet silent as I speed into the East
Behind me the stars yet shine
But not before me
Ever I race in twilight
No limits can hold me
Soar along a causeway
Rising among the waves
Those ethereal strands
Dancing at the feet of ghostly trees
As I crest a hill I see her
Magnificent
And a golden tide sweeps toward me
But still there is silver
The one among the other
And I can barely watch the road
Onward I fly
It is early yet
But finally the enchantment is broken
And I wake
Though I left my bed an hour before
The dream starts to fade
Thoughts on leaving teaching
14 years ago
1 comment:
It may be my dreamy mood, but this sent shivers down my spine.
It's so reminiscent of waking up and driving to work or something, and in that space between, that timelessness. Really really nice.
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