Lucid Dreaming

Prologue – 

Sitting on this fast moving bus

my thoughts stray to the dinner I’ll soon

share with my good friend – 

bathed in candlelight and good conversation

her home is an oasis against dark thoughts and deeds.

There are still colourful holiday lights twinkling here and there

and a sunset to catch one’s breath about to make itself known.

Looking around me, I see my fellow passengers with their

heads down over a myriad of devices, inhaling

worlds I can only imagine, leaving me to wonder if

I’m the only one dreaming…

Chapter’s End –

Blood, bone and crystal lie tangled

among twisted metal, scorched plastic

the lingering images from various feeds

slowly winking out in that fateful moment,

man-made or nature born, we will never know,

there is no one left, only me, lucid dreaming…

Capturing the sun on a wintry trail in the forest of Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).