Please click play to listen to my spoken word version, recited to David Darling’s “Sweet River”
Strange Dream
It was a crazy day on the river of my morning dreams
fluffed up cumulus clouds, bouncing on a peach colored sky.
A soprano voice on shore sang out a message up ahead,
“Sometimes I just want to give-up but instead I give back, it said.”
and I thought,
“Such a strange dream
Whatever could it mean?”
The parakeets, like a flock of lunatics in a mad chorus giggling
beat the contrary airwaves frantically with their small wings, singing,
Screaming as one, they choose a course right over my head
“Sometimes I just want to give-up but instead I give back,” they said
and I thought,
“Such a strange dream
Whatever could it mean?”
Bells and glass wind chimes sounding in the building breeze
Their sweet harmonic notes growing louder as I floated closer
This surprise symphony spoke in transcendence to me, as it spread,
“Sometimes I just want to give-up but instead I give back, it said.”
and I thought,
“Such a strange dream
Whatever could it mean?”
I then awoke with a phone call for help, “ I need you! Please come!”
I dropped everything and went and listened and hugged her a lot
She cried in my arms saying, “it’s hopeless and just all too much.”
When I told her my dream; she was soothed by my voice and my touch.
and she said,
“Such a strange dream
Whatever could it mean?”
Karima Hoisan
November 15, 2022
Costa Rica
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