Rowing in my dreams
through wavelets
caught by wind
time stops.

Inner guidance
and compass of heart
becomes steering mechanism,
as visions surface capturing
a landscape of magician beauty.

Strands of dream segments
multiply as if a
beaded pearls to be collected.
  as I move gracefully
through tunnel of dreams.

And as I place necklace on
I promise myself I will recall
Each beads significance.

Sun touches window
Necklace gone
Suddenly I awake
trying to remember my dreams
to no avail.