Words and Pictures

you said

I was talking again

in my sleep,

you said

the words weren’t clear and

they made no sense.

I said, I know for

it was words that woke me,

the strange thing is

I can remember the dream,

vividly, every detail

but never the words.

I remember hearing birds

and holding two fish

I had been asked to bring,

a half-smiling man, a sensei

declines to shake my hand

but kindly directs me to a lift

over which I have control.

each floor encapsulates

different levels of understanding,

encyclopaedic tableaux

pamphlets, lessons of

spectral communications.

a beautiful student arrives

I ask her what she has learnt but

unworriedly, she refuses to enlighten me,

I am immersed in questions

that wake me.

Published by grahamrsherwood