Into My Head (Dreams) Poem by Leslie Alexis

Into My Head (Dreams)



To go into my head,
I must tread the familiar part-
My heart.
Along the journey,
I encounter a house of mirrors.
In the middle, lays my image of you.
In the mirrors,
Are my memories of you:
Some tall, others fat
Some short, others slender;
Some drop-dead gorgeous and the rest hideous.
Through it all, I know they are transient and unreal
Through it all,
I return to the middle -
To my perfect image of you.
Then I move on.
Next on the journey,
I encounter a beautiful meadow.
In it there are orchids,
And roses (I picked one to put in your hair) .
My image of you became the mist -
The purity of which is the life of the meadow:
This meadow is my happy place.
A petal fell in my part.
Looking up,
I saw a chariot ablaze -
Burning with a euphoric fire.
It approached,
And with it, love's trills.
It stopped, allowing me to enter.
I greeted it's driver - Destiny.
She took me up, high into the sky.
We rode on the rainbow.
I looked down and saw the house of mirrors
And the beautiful meadow.
We rode on,
In the distance, I saw two huge gates
Shut against each other.
Destiny told me to close my eyes.
Continuing on, I heard a thunderous sound -
Fear shook from me.
We came to a stop, and I was told to open my eyes.
I was now awake.
And there she laid beside me,
Her arms on my chest,
Her breath in my breath.
Looking at her: I shed a tear,
Smiled,
Reached over,
Kissed her on the lips,
And went back to sleep.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allemagne Roßmann 28 July 2011

It stopped, allowing me to enter. I greeted it's driver - Destiny, And she took me up, high into the sky. We rode on the rainbow......the ceteris paribus of the poem.Very well written and syntaxed.Greetings. Do read 'LIPSTICK'- a poem of mine

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