Night Dream Theatre-

We stand on the shore.
The sun is setting.
Mercury will soon appear, followed by Venus.
The night will cover us with a star hem.
It's high time to join
the serenity of the lighthouse.
Let me heat the wine for you, my honey.
Would you like a bit of marzipan.
Fist we would be listening to Shubert's records.
Then you'll put the plate of Queen.
Orion will hang over the rocks.
The seiner's light would flash from afar.
We'll be filled with nightlife to the brim.
And would dive into meditation, balance, yoga.
Fragmentary mind.
Clip consciousness.
Time is discrete.
Continuity is a myth.
Heisenberg's principle has long been out of the microworld.
Schrodinger's cat on a bench spreads theta waves, meditates, sleeps.
- And where actually are we ?  In the Matrix?
  In the world sonata?
- Who are "we"?  Me and you?
- Sure.
- I might be anywhere.
  And where you are,
  you have to decide for yourself.
- What do you mean?
- Nothing special. It's a piece of pie.
  You just need to count from seven to one
  and get out of the trance.
  They learned to write a tankah yesterday.
  Then they fell asleep,
  joining the night dream theater.
  Before dawn they traveled through
  the  universe, flied on back of dragon,
  painted with watercolors
  the future in the past.
  Then they fell asleep in a dream
  and got up at sharp seven.
  And where are they now?
- Breathe deeply, count the heartbeats.
  Listen to music,
  follow it's rhythm and melody.
  Now let's go down to the cellar,
  go to the elevator and push it up.
  We'll be travelling for a long time.
  Are you ready?
- Yes.

© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2020