Ode to Lucidity

Surely it is the most precious thing in
The world when the evanescent curtain
Unrolls, revealing the life unlived within
Where all phenomena become certain
Reality transfigured into dream
Conceived of imagery, will, sensation,
Happiness and intelligence, where mind
In eagerness doth glean
This inner life into a sphere’d reflection
And for a moment harmony doth find

Through believing in self-awareness
Refreshing through exuberant recollection
A lucid reality I impress
Into lengthy beautiful expression
Coupling fantasy with reality
The inner life dreamed, the outer life known;
No longer distinct, thus generating
Conscious vitality
In which I willingly feel, speak, and roam
Fully aware, thinking out thoughts, breathing

To embrace this real image is to fly
Absorbing everything for all it’s worth
Gliding in amity with all the sky
Over the endless rolling hills in mirth
Onward over fields of flowers and herds
Arms outspread, my face delighted with glee
Fulfilling that latently suppressed will
Felt when peering skywards;
With glib falcon eyes all things I can see
Flying, always flying, and flying still

Memories of earlier life I see,
A visage of experience long past
Nostalgic memories viewed with jubilee
Or ancient mist-filled ruins crumbling fast
Remembered memories half-forgotten  
Shape the paradigm by which dream creates
All of the faces, sounds, feelings and days
Happily begotten,
As surreal fantasy reanimates
Reliving, my heart and soul now ablaze

I feel ebbing up from deep within me
As I grasp the vast multitude of sense
A euphoric tide of immensity
Into which dream’s comprehension immense
Relates the poetic sensation to
Lucid dream’s spiritual foundation
And even when I leave this dream behind
And bid adieu
Still that lofty, aerial sensation
 Lingers, like radiating waves, in my mind