waking

“nightmare” ~tombud (Pixabay) https://pixabay.com/en/nightmare-fear-horror-weird-creepy-1699071/

when i was a child,
i watched the clouds rising from the valley floor,
to dissolve in the coming dawn
creeping over the ridge
the trees atop frowning cliffs
restless in whispers of breeze
for morning’s arrival
singing their song of birds
hidden in their mantle of still-dark leaves,
dripping the last of the night
and rain
and waterfalls
from some hidden source
to some hidden end
trickling
flowing
cascading
deeply
between the flanks
glistening
forest draped
like a cloak
printed by
mist
shower
rain
dancing
swirling
marching
to the distant sea
as they broke
giving birth
to this soul

i dreamed of a home
that flew above the forest
where i could taste the mist
of waterfalls in flood
where i could soar my music out
on wings of harmony
and ride above the cliffs
on currents of song
these days
i wake to sodium flaring 
orange tinged asphalt
tearing layers of modern black
shrieking from my eyes
as the cityʻs exhalations of oxidization
smother my gasp
its endless drumbeat
drowning me

surely
there must be
somewhere in these fetid sewers
where my soul wanders
lost
an echo of a stream
that once flowed
to a distant ocean
free