The Dream (a.k.a. Ostrich FeathersbyStryderthorongil©
The Dream (a.k.a. Ostrich Feathers)
Entering timidly a room unknown
A place invited having been shown
Warily feeling others presence
Concentrating, using all of my senses
Willing my soul to seek others Eyes
To find my way through the invisible guise
But eyes bring no peace in this dream-like dwelling
Nerves on edge, will, quietly quelling
Moving slowly into the dream,
Wondering if what I feel, is what it seems
Hearing and feeling on high alert
The only senses that here seem to work
Listening closely, sweet sounds to my ear
Knowing the two who are sitting quite near
Smiling, slowly beginning to settle down
Eyes still searching, beginning to frown
The sense so dependable, never failing in the past
Is failing me now, tremendously fast.
Focusing on my remaining senses,
Trying to read any pretenses
Caring, quiet, sensuously sweet
The voices I hear are such a nice treat.
Then suddenly feeling the touch of a feather
Touching as one, yet two hands move together.
From the stiff quill to the flexible shaft
Feelings tell me they both know their craft.
Caressing my face, across my lips
The feathers continue their teasing trips
My shirt removed, they move down my chest
Breathing in deeply, I think to protest
Then questions begin to race in my mind
I try to wake up, don't like being blind
The feathers slide down stomach, legs, and feet
Beginning to pull back, afraid of deceit
I feel myself building a wall to protect
The feathers pull away as they feel the neglect
Not wanting to leave, but afraid to stay
Heart beating fast, soul beginning to fray
Do I trust? Do I run and flee?
How can a dream such as this ever be?
Suddenly awake, I stare in the dark
A dream etched in my mind, the feeling quite stark
How do I know if the feelings are true?
Eyes piecing the darkness, the question is to you.