A Cloud And A Pine Tree

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When we were little... my dad would take us for our summer holidays to the hills of Shimla
We went there 5 years in a row
While my kid brothers where whooping it up at the roller skating rink
I remember just laying for hours on a bed of pine needles
Squinting at the blue sky and at the clouds through the pine trees
The air so fragrant
And filling my pockets with pine cones to take back home with me
Life always felt dreamlike
I felt dreamlike
Clouds floated on high
And I found myself floating along
Much like when you're seated in a stationary train
And another whizzes past
And you can't tell anymore
Who's moving
And who's still
I lay on the ground
On a carpet of pine needles
And the fragrance of the hills filled my nostrils
And that perfume was my very breath
Pine trees towered over me
And as I looked up
I would find I'd stretched along with the tree
Touching the sky
Swaying gently in the breeze
Rooted in the earth
The dream stepped lightly then
Tip-toeing softly
Weaving in and out
With utter ease
Now a cloud
Now a pine tree
Now a me
The magic was always there
Never separate
What turned the feet so heavy
Leaden
Cast in cement
The horrors
Slowly creeping into the dream
Weighing down
And the anchor began to descend
Solidifying the dream
Casting life
Pouring me
Into a mould of concrete
Suddenly the dream took on a reality
Rock solid
And left me wondering
What is this place
What world is this
That I've woken up into
And find myself in
Feeling so lost
Brick by brick by brick
The citadel
Was complete
And searching seeking
To reclaim the dream
And again the dreamer be
Where I'd felt so at home
And the cracks began to appear
The constriction of the band of pain
Wrapped so tight
Choking the life out of me
The edifice began to crumble
And the light poured in
Or did it pour out
Enlit from within
Out and in
It was all the dream
Even the dreamer
Dreamt
I'd never left home
There was no one left to be
A dreamer
Nor awakened
No one left to be
I stand on my balcony
And eyes alight on the waters of the lake below
And I find myself flowing
A ripple again
And catch a glint of sunshine
Slip sliding over me
And I look at grandma's treasure chest
Delightful precious babies
Jewels themselves
Bearing gifts
Sticks and shiny stones
All shapes and colours and sizes
And leaves of varied hues
And rocks and bits
Oh "asteroids" actually...
And feathers...
Pigeons?
Nooooo siree
Eagle!!
If you please...
And a pinecone somewhere in the mix...
And I say to myself...lookee there...
There you be's ...
And smile to myself
And clouds float by
And me
And the fragrance of pine trees
Fills my nostrils
And that breath is me
Memories waltz lazily
Memories of dreams
And me
And I look into your eyes
And find innocence looking back at me
Through you
And I sing
And there it goes again
This spinning dream
Whirling dervish
Singing songs of a cloud
And a pine tree
And you
And me
Singing dream songs
Of dreams
Empty fluted memories
Songs mellifluous
Doing and undoing me
This floating dream
Of many a splendorous things
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