A dream so crystal clear
Another time, another place
The bustle of the crowds below
In multilevel grace
Upon a tile of rock I rose
To a location I cannot disclose
The music drifting from above
Love of Jazz Improvisation
They were waiting for my instrument
I stumbled slightly, my descent
Into the shuffling masses
The ring of laughter in the air
A celebratory fervor
Lovers whispering their nothings
In each other’s ears
Groups of people meeting up
To share in the jubilation
My voice lifted to those waiting
“I’m on my way!
I’m almost there!”
And then I woke.
I lay there longing to return
To finish out the dream
Even though the way back is closed
I carry with me now the satisfaction
A deep determination from
The images invoked
