IN MY DREAM

In my dream, it is dusk.

The lake is glassy calm.

A haze floats on the water,

And I am suspended there.

The scent of pine and lavender

Hangs lightly in the air.

I am alone, as I should be,

And it is strangely pleasant.

No sound strikes my ear.

My eyes see only gray.

I have no urge to speak.

I am unmoving, still.

I am not frightened.

I am not drowning.

I am not cold.

I simply am.

  I cannot see the shore.

The sun is nearly gone.

I know that night is near.

Will I see the dawn….

In my dream?

Copyright 2016 Ken Ragan