Somnumbulism
I opened my eyes, from darkness to light, And into a meadow I travel. In the middle of nowhere Where cliffs meet the water, And streams take leaps of Faith. The beautiful sunshine, A house that looks Divine, Not sure whether it's all mine. I look around, perplexed For all the doors are locked, And keys to them I have not. Then, in a gust of wind that blew I found a key like a feather Afloat upon the wind's gentle flow. I chase it through the meadows and forest, I chase it like a madman in jest Without a thought and without rest Uphill and downhill beside the stream, And then U see it free-falling Into the cliff in between I jump from the edge of the mountain top Managed to get my hands on the feather-like top, The key vanishes in my fist in a moment's pause. I open my eyes too late and shriek As from the Somnumbulism I awake, And find myself falling off the edge of the The thirteenth-floor balcony's small ledge. ~ Suranya...