Water Falling

I dream of places

I've never been

places odd

yet familiar in some

deep part of me

resonating chords

to other times

other worlds

other Me s

water falls from

empty woods

in to a purple sea

while I spin in

the marble ballroom

a perfect waltz

silk, taffeta,

and gems

(floating)

I know this place

though I have only

danced

it in dreams

strange music

echoes in

vine covered

walls along memory's

passages

(fading)

far away notes

vanish

like smoke

curling silently

towards the dawn