Jewels of my Dreams
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The picture before me swirled and out of a thinning blackness, (I could see it if my mind squinted), was a shimmer. It kept disappearing and then would reemerge in a new part of my darkened visual field like a errant ray of heaven. There it was again, the shimmer. First here and then over there, to the right. A bit of substance, vibrating photons that reminded me that I had not died in the night. The brightness became more intense and regular in it's peek-a-boo mind game. I sought it to the right, left and then upwards. Facets of light began to focus and then turn away, gold, green, copper and white. I reached out as far as dreams allow consciousness to go and realized that I held it in my hand, light as a feather, real and not real.
The birds began to sing their ritual songs from somewhere far away. The darkness was receding and I could see the light from the window behind my closed eyelids. I wanted to look again at the jewel in my hand, for inspiration, but it had returned to the world of hidden be-longings and fled from memory as the cat placed its paw on my cheek.