Wild expectation in the swirling wonderland, where the night is on fire, and the world is at hand. A song sings. The radio levitates. The room a forever changing coloured spiral. I walk inside, try to step aboard, the conductor he waves to me, says 'Are you supposed to be here?' I look him strongly in the eye and throw his hat to the ground. I dance my way through his hat and into the vortex.
The moon reads seven o'clock and the stars are playing football with a puffy, frothy cloud, and all that I can think of is Canada. But Canada appeals to me, and says: 'I am not here, concentrate!' I work to try to forget about Canada and the world as I have known it, and it comes to me that I should take another turning (well Canada suggested it anyway).
I gaze again at the moon and wonder if he will reveal his secrets to me. I think again of a new direction and I meditate on the moment. I open my eyes to find myself in the arms of a beautiful woman, and in her eyes, there is Moon.
And as I beheld her, I thought not of her name or where she had come from, but of the familiarity I felt with her, and the warmth she had brought to me that made me feel that I had made it home.
And we walked in a world of mystery remaining close to one another, and I beheld her beauty once again, and I sensed that her beauty was real, and I wondered if she would remain or she was just a part of a fleeting fantasy, a phantom, that I could have no control over, and perhaps had little right to be with.
And in her eyes the moon had turned to sea, and wave after wave of imagining washed over me. And I was in a pleasant garden and I mingled with the quietude, and my heart was at ease, and flowers danced in agreement, of how the day had become, and I wondered if I could take this day with me, and into tomorrow, although I knew in my heart that today could never be tomorrow and that perhaps tomorrow might hold some fear for me that I wasn't fully aware of in today.
The sun had gone in and had taken its love away. She told me that I had to focus on the clouds in the sky. So I lay down on the earth and I gazed at the sky and I pictured myself as in a cloud till I pictured myself as a cloud and I turned and asked the sun 'Are you satisfied with me now?' and she smiled upon me on a summer's day and she was radiant and she was beautiful.
