There was an elephant at my door
This morning when I looked outside.
He was big and grey and beautiful
Like a cloudy day is beautiful
Not like a ballerina
Or a rainbow.

He led me through the streets
Which were empty and nameless
And down one I thought was called
Meadow street.

There were wild flowers growing in the long grasses
And I picked one
To put into my hair and wear as a crown
And I was the queen of the meadow
And he was my king.

He ruled all his subjects fairly
All his people were happy and loved him
And so did I.
He lead me through this reality and into another

Where I was a boy
And he was still an elephant.
I had spindly legs like a spider
So I walked up a wall and sat on the roof.
Taking a deep breath I dove off and spread my wings
The feeling of the wind in my feathers
Was exhilarating
Taking away my breath and stealing my shoes.

I could still see him below me
And he still led me onward
But I lost him in the sunset.
His great grey back silluetted for only a moment
Against the sunrise
Blue
Purple
Red
And then he was gone
And I was awake.