Transverse

When restless sleep over takes

From dreaming lullabyes and

Time seems to be fleeting

Upon winged feet that travel

At the speed of light, I sit

Quietly in my dreams.  Scenes

Transverse into hypnotic

Imagery that seems to seep

Colours beyond imagination

Until it has warped all, but me.

I’m disconnected from the

Self, not me but someone else,

Wandering in streets paved

With unknown trials as I

Find out the turn table needle

Has been broken and the

Tunes radiating from the music

Box are scratchy and out of sync.

No Fats Domino to make me

Dance into blissful slumber, but

White noise in which I find myself

Swimming, as if in a vast ocean

Of Self Awareness.  They say

This too shall pass, yet in oblivion

I still sit waiting my turn.

(c) 2003  A Riddle