Out of the swirling mist, I saw a dark form hover
At first I feared, what dark misery came to frighten me.
Then I strained to see the form more clearly.
I saw grey about the edges, perhaps a touch of purple.
Was that a hand or a head?
The mist stirred.
Back I stepped.
Should I flee?
Movement at the edge, blurred but quick.
A flash of silver, a splash of golden haze,
Quicker,
Something huge,
I strained to see.
A man, no men, many men, sun tanned and dressed in robes of fire,
Laughing men, coming straight for me,
And with them a gigantic form, still hidden, grey on grey,
Then another swirl of the mist,
Orange light with a fiery halo blazes behind the form,
A massive leg lifts and steps forward.
A long trunk reaches out for me.
I see gold bangles,
A Green and Indigo and red triangle on the massive forehead,
Large Ivory tusks,
I am lifted Cialis Professional up,
The sky is blue above.
I am gently placed on a saddlecloth of flowing hues,
The brown tree trunks first then the palm splayed leaves,
The sun burns through,
Around me colourfully dress people in rainbow hues
Bang on drums and cymbals clash.
I laugh too,
The last mist burnt off by the sun disappears but a whole new world is born.
I am not afraid, but full of joy,
The new day is sprung and full of dancing.
Ahead a river sparkles in the sun,
Children play and splash in shallow pools,
Beyond, the mountains rise up to touch the sky of morning,
I stroke the Elephant softly; he is an old, old friend.
I am happy.
My vision came out from a soupy grey to grace me with this
Blissful day.

Nick Grimshawe

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