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lunar dreaming

Dreaming on a full moon.

By Evelyn HarrisPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
lunar dreaming
Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash

It was a day like any other

Working the floor, counting heads

Keeping track of the chickens in my care

Then they said there were more

Not chickens, children

I went to greet the other

When I returned I found no one

I looked up and down

Then ran into a dear friend

She took my hand and off we went

Trekking through snowy terrain,

About two feet of snow in a courtyard

Then we entered a building that lead down

Creeping low into the earth

I followed her, as we searched

We found a lake beneath the ground

This lake glowed from within

She told me this is where we go

It was unfamiliar to me

But dear friends don’t lead you astray

We swam, the water was gentle

When we emerged again there was a door

The door lead to a parking garage

Where we happened across a coworker

Her laughter contagious, we held our smiles

She told us where we must go next

We followed her, as we searched

We emerged from the underground

To dirt and sage brush

High desert lit by moon light,

Running over rocky terrain

Entering a new door positioned

in the wall a boulder

Down a single corridor, stood a man

Not a dreadful one, nor one we knew

Though he knew us,

or at least knew what we were looking for

He said we’d pass a court

Not the legal one, one for a tournament

This held no weight

Til we discovered what he’d been on about

We followed his word, as we searched

Passing the tournament, avoiding sparks

Eyes forward to keep from falling

Or thinking of falling,

We might as well have fallen

On the other side we entered a stair well

It spiraled upwards and downwards

We chose to descend

The lights dimmed with each step

Imperceptibly at first

Until we were lost in total blackness

I emerged from the dark in my bed

No longer accompanied by dear friends

My room was cast in bright silvery light

When I looked out my window

I saw her looking back

The silver face of the moon

and her secret smile.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Evelyn Harris

instagram: evelyn_harris & evelynharrisart

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