Fishing for Dreams

 The night was dark. The light breeze through the open window was calming. The pulse of the earth was palpable. I was cocooned under a duvet, comforted by the closeness of warm, soft cotton caressing my skin with each movement of my body.
 I closed my eyes awaiting that moment when sleep would lure me to other realms. My mind drifted into silence yet all was not still. A light suddenly flashed across my eyelids creating shapes against my personal inner wall to the world. Intruders tramping upon my solitude. I opened my eyes in wonderment to darkness.
 Staring into blankness, the light reappeared as a sudden momentary brilliant spark delineating the cracks in the plaster and brickwork of this old house. At first I felt uncertainty but remembered that I had left the curtains open and therefore this was a real intrusion from outside not an apparition.
 The bay window in daylight revealed a vista across the sea with the curvature of the land embracing the span of the bay. Miles of innocent beauty encompassed lovingly by a sandy coloured cupped hand. I was aware of a road in the distance but surely the lights of nocturnal travellers could not reach my small cave high in the house? There were no lighthouses on this stretch of coast. I'd checked this out on a local map in the hope of visiting one.
 Curiosity got the better of me as another flash cut through my reverie. I sat up slowly and turned to face the window, on my knees, the mattress supporting me with ease. I was consumed by the beauty before me. The indigo sky was peppered with stars. Each unique yet connecting in my mind to create the patterns of the constellations. Twinkling bright diamonds containing hints of translucent blues and yellows communicating a mystery delivered throughout eternity. Starlight takes literally light years to reach this planet so I found myself absorbing the power of the ancients and knowledge of an interstellar sentience.
 In a trance like state I lowered my eyes to the horizon. There along the shoreline lay a sprinkling of fallen stars flashing a regular beat and rhythm as if an atomic pulsation was revitalising the earth. It took a moment for me to realise that these were the fishermen who would sit patiently for hours beyond the hustle of daylight using what must be halogen lamps to lure the fish that rode the restless surface of the waves, closer to the shore.
 Transfixed by these signs of life I observed the transformative power of light within the void of darkness. Sensing limitless space and time in this sacred packet of a moment, I turned again to my bed. I cast my head upon the pillow, fishing for dreams.