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A Dream

Viewed 818 times 2019-10-25 12:53 |System category:Life

  It's written based on a song and a dream.
  It's so strange that strange flowers with attractive petals greet me by bowing their heads.
  The moonlight seeps through the foliage and shimmers on the ground overgrown with weeds and ferns.
  It's so strange that a pod of birds with siren-like voices greet me by flapping their wings.
  The wind whizzes through the branches of trees and  blows away a filigree of mist obscuring a pathway covered by moss.
  Then I glimpse a girl clad in a white skirt emerging from the woods, her lambent eyes glistening like the brightest stars.
  Then she starts to sing and dance like a butterfly flitting about in the garden, her skirt  billowed out like a parasol.
  Then she vanishes in a trice as the purple rain starts to fall from the sky that has morphed into an overcast one.
  The earth is blanketed by bleakness, with a miasma of despair in the air.
  A world full of sullenness and bareness.
  I squat down, imploring the  girl to show up again, hoping to see her lovely face instead of wallowing in misery.
  Then I hear a voice from somewhere in the darkness.
  Which says most humans are selfish; they are just some narcissist and hedonists who don't want to overcome adversity and face hardship.

" You are one of them, git, says the voice scornfully.
  Mortified, I lower my head. 
  Chastened, I peer at the direction of the voice , and rasp out " I'm not."
  Then I start running, passing a river strewn with blood and corpses.
  I see a burning volcano bursting with lava.
  I see a verdant valley looming in the distance.
  I see a colonnade of towers adorned with spires.
  Flying fish; scampering deer; chortling birds.
  The purple rain is still pelting down.
  The wind is still hissing.
  That girl is still nowhere to be found.
  Dracula or Frankenstein may be hiding somewhere.

 Where's the unicorn?  
 Is it galloping on the plains towards my direction? 
 To save me?
 What would T.S. Eliot write?
 Still the same wasteland? 
 What would D H Lawrence do?
 Where's the rainbow described by Lawrence in his novel?
 Am I one of the sordid  coolies" who creep hard-scaled on the face of the world's corruption," alas,  in the words of Lawrence?
  I ask myself with trepidation.
 "It's just a dream?"
 Looking crestfallen, I murmur,  chopping the air with my fists.
 Just like Don Quixote tilting at windmills.
 Is it just a dream?
 I wonder.

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Reply Report tatata69 2019-10-25 14:23
A typo. "Who crept  hard-scaled on the face of the world's corruption."  It's  from D H Lawrence's novel , The Rainbow.

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