Final Orchestra (Prose)

Swallow me whole ~ symphony of thunderstorms
break the sky with snare drums
the utterance of the approaching squall
cymbals illuminate clouds of darkness
piccolos the shooting stars
that beckons us to other lands

Let me ride ~ the crest of cellos
rain filled, before they burst
tempting parched and broken ground
when my time comes I’ll rest ‘neath harps
tranquil in the angels hands and
eyes will close to the refrain of violins

©jmtacken Jan 2014

hopefully my poetic muse is finding her way back home

Of real things

Eyes fluttered open for a second no more than

then slowly closed, for I did not want the real world

just yet

golden sun penetrated the glass like a velvet glove

reaching out for my face

 it drifted under my eye lids whispering

get up..get up

today is a new day

bed covers abandoned

to rise from my berth to which I was anchored

stumbling towards the sun rubbing brow

was I sleep walking

pushing the latch wide open

my eyes unaccustomed to the light

surely tricks were being played

 before me a majestic eagle

wings unfurled it turned,  blinked, beckoned me

I climbed upon his back gathering my arms softly

around his feathered neck his wings sweeping the ether

today is a new day

we soared high into the morning sky my eagle and I

effortless flight

glossy flaxen sun throwing light on

mountain peaks, craggy rocks

green valleys below

I nestled close, we travelled together

ascending above clouds

that seemed to dance in the wind

like musical notes upon a sheet

we rose into the heavens

we plunged and glided on currents of air

the world undisturbed unsheltered beneath us

my eyes closed I felt his heart beat with my hands

was I sleep walking

my eagle returned, he had shown me his world

with tired wings outstretched I alighted

my eyes spoke my thank you not with words

through the window I climbed

my body warmed by the sun

my cheeks aglow from the breeze

he flew away my eagle

I awoke

hugging my feather pillow

was I sleep walking?