Melting Clocks

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So the birds flew backward skies beyond what the eye can see

How ever could they notice they were flying right under me?

As I walked I passed children on swing sets in dresses of fire and ice

'Quite bizarre,' rubbing my eyes to be sure they were keen and precise

The sky faded to a warm shade of pink as they waved and laughed

And if I wanted to wave right on back have I gone daft?

What is this realm drawn from the strange and surreal?

Where I can freely breathe and where I can freely feel?

All too soon the ground I stood upon was dark

Against the world around me I conjured an arc

Hands outstretched the children gestured an invite

Do I dare take what they offer and step into the light?

I flew with them beyond the cosmic pattern

Feast my eyes upon the most majestic Saturn

Came back down to this world of men

And there in London it was a melted Big Ben

But would you look now at the time?

Wish this time was yours but no it's mine

Tilted heads, the children's smiles turned to frowns

On my bed, I spun until I fell right down

Awakened I now into this perfect normal world

Was it just a dream to which my brows unfurl?

I stood up and stretched my body with a yawn

And with a smiled I stepped out to greet the dawn

I dressed up for work on that day

For the trials standing in my way

Turned the key to ignite,

And drove on far out of sight.

Before light came I passed by the swing set in the park

But I could have sworn two smiles put out the dark.