Island

I’m an Island in my mind look hard enough and you may find things in there you cannot relate to things you like things you hate look deeper into the darkest corners of my mind lift the lid and peek inside, swirling on a sea of doubt things that make you want to scream and shout subtle colours pastels of my mind creep up from behind when I’m not wary and catch me by surprise, swoosh I’m off away from here I see the earth fading pastel blues and green, cotton fluffy white clouds around me like a shroud moving away from me so fast and yet I feel very still my understanding of things scientific is such that if I am so far away from the earth that it is no more than than fading orb I must be amongst the stars glancing around  I notice that yes indeed I am, I also notice that I have no need to breath and that I feel no change in temperature. In what seems the the next second I am standing at the edge of a watery body bordered by trees and short grass I focus on the vast lawn not sure whether it’s sunset or dawn a hooded figure some distance waits for me silhouetted against the trees something it wants to show me something,  I glide across the grass effortlessly and following silently behind the robed one who disappears off into the shadows once having delivered me to a massive door of an old building which is set partly into the side of a mountain I then find myself standing at the railing of a balcony overlooking a vast library deep inside the building. I’m inside and the walls certainly are not bare, books and scrolls of all shapes and sizes are everywhere as I look upward into the darkness of the ceiling I cannot exactly see where the shelves stop, looking down from my vantage point on the balcony I see a Mezzanine floor below me in the center is what appears to be a representation of a compass in Emerald green stone framed by what looks like brass set into marble flooring surrounded by three rings inside the rings are symbols I don’t recognize three hooded figures dressed in the same dark brown robe as the figure who met me are standing at a large round table two with there back towards me the other peering nonchalantly in my direction until I return it’s gaze then it turns back towards the other two and they go on about there business. The table is littered with documents and what looks like maps unfortunately I am not close enough to see exactly what tongue the writings are in, they pay little attention to me, I wonder to myself have I been judged unworthy or am I intruding and a multitude of equally silly thoughts are processed do I speak or do I dare go quietly and peruse at my leisure there is a rumbling  sound in my ears and what seems like tremendous pressure in my head, I awake to find my nine kilo cat sitting on my head purring quiet loudly arousing me to feed him.

~ by tarletan on December 4, 2007.