VIKPAV
DREAMLAND
Wonderland, dreams go ahead.
Delightfully creating my vision,
having with me a gentle touch.
In the darkness of my sight,
light that shines upon the sky.
Obscured mind, eyes possible to be blind.
View absorbed in a large fog,
no yearning for a clear vision.
Only lifeless walk, one soul with the everyday rush,
no desire to slow it down.
That’s how it reflects on our spirit and those usual sighs.
One look to the ground,
two looks to the ambience.
Left side and right,
straight forward and behind, then up.
The distinctive sky,
the most colourful painting of our times;
Watching you like tropical parrots,
habitual dissimilarities and masks.
The artwork which changes everything
into a shiny and dreamy place,
transports me to the most wanted,
exciting maze.
You wander around it only in your nonsensical,
crazy and uncontrollable hazy phase.
The trices I call paradise
and I also have an answer why.
Everything is possible,
your deepest desires you find unfeasible
and absurd,
they become your main story plot.
And the strength this miracle keeps,
makes everything unreal look real.
Brightens up your happiness,
does your sadness reasonable,
your stamina more durable.
..............
I knock on the door of a witch,
the magpie foot immediately kicks me out.
Floating in the sky, falling to the dwarfs
with toadstools on their hats.
Their tiny valley attracting my headfulness.
However, suddenly, as either I’m not wanted there,
a bunch of orcs approaches me from the back.
While I’m starting to realize I’m in quite a big mess,
a luminous ray intersects the place.
Orcs running away and two sumptuously dressed legs sink in,
causing the ground under to decrease.
The beam appearing again,
my eyes are going blind...
Feeling the old smell of an enormous castle,
then my eyes open and stare;
’Is it Hufflepuff or Gryffindor?
It may be Ravenclaw as well,
with Slytherin on the way.’
My House is decided straight away.
But the clock does not tick morning for me yet;
Pegasus picking me up from the Owl Tower,
flying to the clouds and landing me
on the Olymp with the gods.
Zeus looking at me in confusion,
browsing through the documents,
devouring the lines,
asking himself; ’Why? This is not your fate.’
Sent to a place I should be at,
pirates leaving drops of their sweat on the decks,
bombs flying through the ocean waves.
Playfully being called ’Captain’ by Jack Sparrow himself
and Captain Barbossa looking at me; ’Why the heck are you here?’
Battle at the end, victory spreading through the wind,
rum thrown from hand to hand,
we anchor on an island.
Even if I want to stay,
curiosity flows through my veins
when I see the underbrush of jungle forests.
Steps taking me away to the mysterious land,
where dinsosaurs are still rejoicing their days.
The timing is not right, it’s 12, at the lunch.
Eyes meet with the hungry ones that belong to the raptors,
T-rex’s devilish twinkle in their eyeballs.
The fight is unfair,
the feeling of fail is filling the air.
Their muzzles imprisoning me in their fangs.
But luck is on my side,
somehow I understand their nature and it can be felt.
They leave me there,
without any serious injury.
They change their minds,
maybe I don’t suit their taste.
Home nation rounded us the whole time,
they start to clap and celebrate.
They’re the indians,
I’m the cowboy who passed by and visited.
It seems like they just found their saviour,
who’s meant to be their king.
I’m the queen, my kingdom grows day by day,
from an island to a glowing paradise.
Dragons visiting it from moment to moment,
a knight on white horse is breaking through the way.
He owns the phrase; ’Saviour, our ruler,
we need your skilled hands.’
But the knight smiles,
gets on his stallion and flees away.
Alladin, that is someone who should take the throne;
A man with a good heart and intentions
with Jasmine, a headstrong lady against all laws.
And that’s the moment, when my noble life ends.
I’m a young detective,
I’m using my experienced thinking
to clean innocent people’s names.
Impossibly, historically,
I might be getting close to Monsieur Poirot
and his inspirational ideas.
Surrounded by silence,
with the sound of impatient clock.
Sitting behind my desk
with my head in the evidence.
Folding them like jigsaw puzzle.
Seconds are summed, my time for bed comes.
I look at the magnificent wall clock,
how much of my time is still left?
’Tick tack’ - with that sound my eyes start to shut,
the world ’round me is spinning around.
Eyes are ajar, but the image in the front
makes ’em open wide;
In the center of an american square
aliens are flocking through space gate.
The Avengers ready to launch their attack
and in walter of the moment,
I’m a part of them.
No thought about the wide time skip
or the history change.
Super agent, some alien or self-made hero,
I don’t really know yet,
but I’m fighting as vigorously as if I was made for it.
After a fight, time for rest always comes.
I return back home, to my family.
Possibly and very easily
they could’ve been a part of my whole crazy experience.
But that’s not the end,
an adventure awaits,
when we all stay together,
let’s go on the way!
Our loving family cottage towers high in our finish place.
One of my most favourite places on the Earth
including my home.
I know all your secret mysteries,
but some inexperienced place,
still waits in its usual state.
There’s one forest near the resting souls,
never been there before.
With my family, I start our adventure there.
Some dark riddles,
maybe a gingerbread house,
a wolf pack guarding the forest’s enigmas.
I don’t know anymore,
my rest is full of clouds.
Throughout the end, my weaknesses are strong,
the imperfections become perfect
and again, my ego is high.
..............
Just like the spring comes when the winter ends,
and the leafs fall during autumn, due to summer heat...
... the night ends, thus daytime is taking its wonted place.
Our reality, the present time,
that is when you daydream about the glorious night-time.
The specific dark-light-sky,
the little sheep-tufts of clouds.
Unreal, glamorous and magical,
it led me to world’s dreams and fairytales.
After my morning again, conveniently,
I’m in my bed, head on the pillow
and blanket on the legs.
The moonlight is accompanied by stars,
observing their every spark,
thinkin’s wild,
causing the imagination to develop...
... stars constituting the dreams.
Night sky,
thoughts surrender to darkness’ infinity.
Fantasy already evolved,
you drift off to sleep and your self
starts to dream.
Dream, dreamland is your momentary eden,
your relaxing, adventurous land.
From dusk to dawn,
the time wonderland ends.
Luckily it’s a repeating circle,
the star-lit-night
and I’m again in my clouds...