The Dream

By Lissa Howe


I close my eyes,

Then it starts,

A dream in a triangle,

The corners Red


And violet,

The middle divided in two,

Half black,

Half white,

It starts to spin,

Throwing me to a side

It starts to rain out beyond the thickness of the glass,

A twisters below,

A wave threatens to destroy a town,

An eye pops up in front of me a dove in the center in place of the pupil,

I stop spinning,

I fall through an opening,

Falling for what seemed to be forever,

Then finnaly I landed on a bed of feathers,

And That is The Dream.