Dreamland

out of the deep at four am to my bladders tidal calling i waded up out of a dream at the insistence of an organic high tides inner pulling i put my dream on hold and in a neutral semi sleep state i zombie walked with eyes closed feeling my way through three dark rooms and found the sleeping porcelain bowl opened and waiting for nocturnal flow but just before i let it go i heard the geckos out my window down in my garden singing a sweet kalimba song of bird like notes in tweeting tones that interwove their delicate melody with the tinkling sound of my own sweet relief of dreamlands warm release in my golden streams falling song like a fluid xylophone arcing through the dark into a tranquil pool below a liquid song off gecko tongues and porcelain momentarily synchronized in two part harmony across the silence of this still night like an african lullaby i briefly opened my eyes to spy out my window into the falling silver light of a full moon illuminating my overgrown rousseau like nocturnal garden down below as i reclose my eyes and feel my way slowly back to bed again crawling in i think to myself nice little intermission as i surrender once more to sleep back into that other even deeper inner dreamland waiting.