It was one of those skies
with three layers of broken
clouds and the sunlight comes
breaking through and rises up
from the valley in columns of
supernatural brilliance and strength
and all in between the hills
and all the space in the valley
in a second becomes a vast cathedral
whose limits are as uncertain
as they are unimportant
and you are overwhelmed
by the want of you don't have
but feel must exist
even though you have never experienced
what ever dream you seek.

Sometimes when we wake deep in the night
we close our eyes to search
reaching out to grasp
the dream which just slipped
from the hands of our mind
and the fingers of our sleep

what we reach for is that cathedral valley
that is half heaven, half real
we glimpse it for a second, a minute, a moment
and then it's gone,
having slipped away as a dream

don't try and get there
don't try and hold on
remember how it felt
when you touched it

©2001, by Neske.