Brottby, Sweden

Nordic Dreamscapes – 

I

It was on one of those summer evenings,

A Nordic summer resplendent in profusion of light

When light of lingering day surpasses night,

Even when night is all light

It was such a time,

When depth of night

Was still a languid lucidity of translucence;

Magic suffuses laconic air;

A quite activity that denudes,

Of that fairy faintness that drains mild souls’ sensitive,

Innocuous grating ire displaced that irritates,

Bestirring even dormant phlegmatic strong;

It was that kind of an evening-

II

He stepped out into coming chill of languid evening;

Long hours behind nondescript desk had left him listless,

Into cool air of evening's breeze he steps,

Soothing touch of mild breeze

Rubbing tired face into instant distraction

Down silent path, across bubbling stream,

Into dark woods inviting in its shadowy calm

Into those foreboding woods,

In those woods

Where a deeper shade of cool evening light tints all

He enters with ease of mind distracted-

Here amidst soothing silence of nature’s impress,

Shadows dispersed,

Permeating through these ancient trees,

A presence, old of origin subsumes;

A thing, deceptive in its benignity

An uneasy calmness of intense activity

Had oozed its way out of forgotten recesses

Gently subduing fading mundane-

III

Upon a circle of feathered grass,

Where ancient mould

Underlying freshly rejuvenated grass;

A gentle circle in perfection even a carpet laid,

Upon such a gentle knoll, eyes barely discerning,

He steps, sinking in, deep into comforting warmth of old straw-

Floating downwind a dribbling of sweet laughter,

Borne like feathers,

Motionless, yet all active, floating through charged air

Not unlike butterflies fluttering in their fragile airy dance

Delicate, inviting, desiring to be held,

Yet, at same time, beyond grasp

A clinking most subdued

Of innocent laughter most tainted;

Trickling cascade of joy

Tinkling as though of sound dribbling

Like cold waters of remote waterfalls

Filling vacant mind receptive

Strong pull magnetic

Ever so persistent in its surging heave

Of unnatural forces at one with nature

Drawing unsuspecting soul forlorn;

Attracting without resistance

Beguiled soul enthralled-

IV

Curiosity inspired,

Is mind untangled from its foundations

Rooted in logic of realism,

A sudden desire to discover,

Reaching beyond reason-

V

Amiable smiles on milky faces

Blending with diffused filtered light

Vestiges of orange tinted sun sunk,

Colouring all,

Descending light in golden shears

Cutting swathes of luminescence

Dispersed through upright pinupa medicate,

Flit of gold trimmed robes,

Caught as afterthought of vanishing glimpse,

Of purest white, adorning form giving mist,

Catching deepening golden rays,

Flutters like blazing fires swung;

This dimming light of a long day expiring-

VI

Drawn he was,

Borne along,

Leaving behind sense and sensibility,

At very turn of silent path

That took him into these deep shades,

Pulled along, he was enthralled,

Powers strange and ever strangely affectionate

Had overtaken him,

Mind's rationality no longer desired,

Undesired mind leaves rationality trailing

Sinking into deep imaginative states

Transcendental trance transient transition

In higher mind state of mind’s descent,

Into illusions evoked reality

Whence he became a lone stallion

Prancing amidst frenzy of flowery outburst-

VII

Sunflowers ethereally opening amidst strange vistas

To these strange northern lights of subdued translucence;

Marginal existence come into fore

As gentle touch of fleeting breeziness turns into

Arms that float with mind boggling gentleness

Senses gently twirled inwards to outward play

Enacting-

Transporting unwary soul trodding ancient glen

Into worlds beyond world,

At a touch to expectant lips

Borne by these gentle arms

Bearing nectars of sweetest venom

Into brilliancy of such intensity

Light fades into insignificance

As though into very Heaven’s beauty

Transcending contemplative acknowledgement

Unwary soul is borne

On a petal of reddest hue

Grecian nectar of brightest pink dropped, by

Apparitions unto eager lips,

Sweet venomous nectar unto eager lips drop

Swirling senses' gorged

Consumed with intensity unparalleled

Sink into oblivion of seemingly nonexistent worlds

Oblivious of fading day's light amidst darkening forest

Where noisy silence prevails

Charm of ancient forest’s syrup,

Distilled from secret flowers; herbs,

Sweet to taste beyond description,

Opening wandering mind to places far beyond paling obvious

Awareness of things indescribable comes into awareness,

Into such ethereal realms of fantasy's evocation he delved

Thus into gentle embrace of softest bosoms

Melting as it were to feathery touch he gently unfolds,

. . . Dreaming dreams on a quite stroll through

Ancient woods,

Journeying into places beyond time,

In time-