ANOTHER DREAMLAND BOWL SONG (II) - (2 nd, newly revised, alternative version of it's original draft, also here on DUP)

   
   
stirred up from the depths of my sleep s  
lucidly unfolding dreams  
to answer my bladder s    
nocturnal tidal call    
now slowly wading    
from up out of them    
here at four a m    
only to find myself    
wading up from out of them    
right smack dab into the middle    
of still yet another  
seemingly more physically felt and sensed  
newly unfolding  nocturnal  dream here now    
though only a hypnogogic one    
this time around    
so i temporarily put my deeper sleep s    
interrupted dreams on hold    
then in a neutral  semi sleep state    
i blindly  zombie walk with eyes closed    
feeling my way through three dark rooms    
to find my toilet s sleeping porcelain bowl    
opened and awaiting    
my suddenly needed    
suspended  semi dream state s    
sweet  nocturnal flow s release  
and even sweeter relief to begin  
but just before and as i let it go    
i faintly heard the geckos peeping    
outside my open bathroom window s screen    
down in my garden below    
peacefully singing out into the night    
their sweet kalimba like songs    
of bird like notes in tweeting tones    
that interweave their delicately stippled melodies    
with the similar tinkling sound of my own    
sweet relief of dreamland s warm release    
in and through my flowing stream s    
own sweetly falling song    
like a mystical  fluid xylophone    
invisibly arcing through the dark    
into an unseen  but heard    
tranquil  golden pool below    
a liquid song of intricately juxtaposed    
and harmonized staccato notes    
off gecko tongues and porcelain    
momentarily synchronized in two part harmony    
across the silence of this still night    
like some long lost  forgotten    
ancient  exotic african dreamtime lullaby    
as i drift afloat right along with it    
i briefly open my eyes to spy    
out my window  into the falling  silver moonlight    
of a now fully risen  full moon    
illuminating  roussea like    
my overgrown  nocturnal garden    
outside  two floors down below    
i briefly linger    
to more fully absorb  savor and remember    
the unexpected  instant wonder    
of it s serenely beautiful  dreamy vision    
until i realized my own suspended dreamtime s    
sweet song s release was done    
as i reclose my eyes and feel my way    
slowly back to bed again      
whereupon crawling in    
i briefly think to myself    
hmmmmm    
nice little intermission    
before i surrender once more again    
back into whatever other  
perhaps even deeper      
inner dreamland s ongoing dreams    
and dreamtime songs  
both from and beyond  
my previously interrupted sleep s    
temporarily suspended  
dreams and songs  
and other  unknown new ones perhaps  
might possibly still yet be  
awaiting me there    
to experientially witness    
further savor and    
behold  
as they too  
may hopefully  
lucidly unfold  
before this forthcoming    
new day s rising sun s    
reborn dawn    
soon enough now too    
will most surely    
come