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Nimbus by J. Kerr




As i lay on a nimbus cloud


A cumulous dream had I


An enchanted novella


Authored by my ego


And starring my id


Yet  oddly it seemed


I was also the audience.



Even now , tho i am freshly awoke


My adventure dissolves into wisps


Of fine mist. Seeping thru my grasp


And coalescing into a veil of obsolescence.


Left behind are only the profoundest


Of fragments.


I cling to them like a drowning man


Amidst the flotsam  of  a scuttled ship.



That which i recall , was a balmy summer day . 

To my delight and for no reason apparent ,

i , despite being wingless

Found that i could fly.


I have been a fool on occasion


But never have i been stupid


And only an imbecile would  waste


Even a moment of such possibility


So up i went at once


No clumsy flapping was required


There i was , approaching the clouds


Looking down from whence i came


I began to tremble and doubt


So forward i bent my gaze




Higher now , i was a divine entity


Commander of inner space.


As amusement,  i sampled the possibilities in my power.  


Looping upward in great arcs


Before swan diving , nose first toward the earth


at terminal velocity  then upward again.   


So completely  engrossed and enthralled in my endeavor,


i did not notice that i had gathered an audience.  


Some time i might have continued unaware


Had i not heard a mirthful laugh.


So pleasant and infectious  was its cadence that i responded  in kind.



A better dream i could never expect


Yet here now, flying in perfect synchronicity  was an angel


So lovely in her perfection that it burnt my eyes.


But it was impossible to look away.



By her beauty was i smote .


As she drifter closer to me


I could feel a tightening grip


Around my heart.


There was no question from my id,


Ego or audience that i loved her.


So close was she now that i shut my eyes


For surely i must faint.


But there was something instead.


It defies what a mortal man could describe


And no justice done in my attempt.



A silk cushion, like Turkish confection pressed  against my lips.


It rested long, that i could taste the sugared honey of which it was surely made.  


Our lips held fast .


Together they opened  and  a sweet  gasp of heaven's purest air filled my lungs. 


And then, as if God were giving gifts


I felt for the briefest moment, soft velvet touch my tongue. 


And from the ecstasy I did die  in that moment.



Then awoke.


Forlorn


Here i remain still


Waiting only for sleep to return.

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