Tonight, I have a Dream

Tonight, 
I have a dream. 
A flickering, fleeting dream, 
that sends me
waltzing atop painted, scarlet clouds
that draft past sunrise,
floating amongst curtains of star dust 
towards an iridescent moon outlined against indigo night, 
gazing at a glazed mountain range, 
dotted with periwinkle crystal peaks, 
laying upon a downy moss bed, 
that deliciously cushions my being,
wandering through gusts of desert wind, 
my eyes asquint from shimmering heat veils, 
peering into a glassy lake, 
adorned with enchanting lily pads, 
which sway gingerly as my finger brushes the water's surface 
into gentle ripples that 
slowly spread towards me as whispering messengers, 
encircling my body until they form a ring,
that suddenly caves in as a surging avalanche. 
The water rushes into this hole, 
dropping away into a steep, seeming blackness 
which wraps me in a warm misty cloud. 
I float down, down, down 
until my bed appears down below, 
and with a swooping rush, 
I am gently released, and I fall delicately onto the bed, 
my mind in wonder. 

--high school exercise