Through the congestant
mounds of white
called clouds
i fall

The end
i happen to fear
is nowhere in sight
and the minutes spent falling
weave the past thoughts
into a constant quilt
and mesh of
meaning

Each
stitch as
important as the
one comes following

Confusion welding up
as the sudden
appearance
below

Grows
ever tighter
choking my soul
and binding my spirit tight
deep within the turbulent
maelstrom flooding
my inner dreams
and memories

But as
the forest thins
once more and things
begin to thread a little more

I realize this is only what
i've never thought
would come
to be...

A dream