A lucid dream

I saw a lucid dream
yes I did, improbable as it may seem
the other side of the river, treasures hid

I saw a lucid dream
amidst the jungles of ire
and hazards of fire
cobwebs of a tangled past
a wreck of a ship to sail with no mast

I hear consuming noises
that shrill my belief in you
baffle my senses
lead me unawares in a swarm of tainted blue

but, am I a witness to stark change
or my eyes have swapped views
there's a bird perching on an apple tree
flowers that are yet to bear fruits
oh! its so lucid, the tale has twists to see
when, to serve my part, my destiny recruits

the dream is abrupt
I want to see more, I plead
its so splendid with eyes shut
where men are present and well, no racehorses breed

a voyage away from my pinnacle I am
they say, as if to laugh at my sight
pinnacle of misery, or oblivion, I feel
they say, the day may have doomed, stars will shine bright

a treasure of success, it claims
bemuses even meself
of all, me, a jibe at whom blue sky drains
why I bother ask, but, who'll take the pain,
who'll lend a hand to help

meadows and the seamless waters
might as well enjoy the breeze whilst I can
till my sailor mends the hailing ship
grounded already, no longer can my fortunes dip

oh! sailor, jubilant I am at your sight
my messiah to the fairer side of the waters
how the tables have turned, cometh the night
by gee, the stars are shining bright

a dark route to the fair future, respite
a tale of re kindling the lost vision
but hey, the sailor sees through the dark, how I might rightfully doubt
no offense but as darkness an ally, I haven't won a bout

ship runs into a tide, as my doubts soar
cobwebs of the thick old past
shun my conscience and lure me to roar
the sailor, I have slain, my dream shan't last

with twists, yet so lucid
the rosemary gardens, a distant sight
troubled waters, and rising tide
and how under my cloak, treasures hid

without the mentor, I can't wage through the rampant waters
this time, I have plunged into misery meself
my future sees through the windows of my past
rue my present for standing a wall between them

tides roar all night homing me to each nook and corner
with the storms I blow
the ship has nobody to stow

spanked, I was all night around
but, to my disbelief, I did make the ground
shore to the better side awaits
oh how I evaded the dark baits

As I rise my way up the turf
white feet on grey asphalt
the most impeccable fairy I see
in her whites, elegance personified

I am in her awe, there are no doubts
she is so naive, yet at heart so stout
the sailor was a rider to hell, she says
and how I was so modestly brave

we are both fond of each other now
she sings praises of defacing the sailor and how
the place is so beautiful, with flosses galore
we foster as do the flowers by the shore

then, as its panning out as I please
a day I wake up to a land of barren trees
in my hay day, I'd forgotten my plight
back to the ragged home, I am back at the @!$%#e

was it a dream
or my quest with destiny
lucid it was as none of my past
or my future, for as long as I last