Whispered Wanderings

Blue

That dream again:
Me, lost in what feels like a maze

of the brightest green trees among
giant blue glassy orbs
that float without explanation
just above the ground.
Do they beckon me forward,
or have they come in warning?
I am sure of neither as I walk,
focused only on the path that seems to hide
here and there,
beneath yellowed leaves discarded
from high above. Perhaps a message
in themselves, I ponder as I walk…

When suddenly lightening cracks open the sky!
Brightens my room as I wake
to unyielding and urgent thunder crashing through my valley.
Returned now from nocturnal travels, content
and warm in my bed, once again I picture this path that I am on…
Waiting until I dare to follow
my dream-orbs.

klm
4/4/22