Time Machine

                                  On the Wings of Time

Nestling down in an arm chair at moth hour

                         Reading a book; I slipped into a trance.

I saw my self out in search of a vague slippery thought

                        Journeying through the maze of caverns

                       Fancy drew me to spy a quaint machine

Intricately designed with a seat; curious like Alice

                    I entered the automaton and sat on it

My hand unconsciously hitting a switch it took off.

Flying on the wings of Time I swished past verdurous Earth

Entering space the Time Traveller headed towards  a wormhole

Its sinister darkness sent ripples of fear down my spine

But within seconds I was out; it seems I had travelled eons together

And had arrived in a mystic land – of rivers and mountains

Hillocks and crystal clear streams - a land

                             Of strange animals and alien people.

Mastering control of the machine I landed in a grove.

My roving eyes alighted on a mysterious creature; strange yet close

To the horse of our age; I was smitten by its beauty and grace.

 The silvery horn on the middle of its forehead gleamed in the sun

It trotted nimbly but had cloven hooves of goat; the golden mane

Hanging thick and long glittered pure gold in the sun

The lion tail reaching its hooves swished silvery stream.

Hiding behind trees adorned with multi hued flowers,

I followed the animal as it ambled along nibbling softly the grass,

Occasionally lifting its magnificent head to gaze around to assess

Its sylvan surroundings until it came upon a glade open

In it’s midst shone a pond crystal clear reflecting the azure sky

And the flowery trees, almost another garden enticing.

The reeds in gentle motion created music strange

Listening mesmerized my gaze fell upon a being ethereal

Gliding over the grass, almost human except for her golden wings

Delicate and transparent; dressed in a gossamer gown embellished

With roses red.  Going straight to the glistening creature-

A unicorn my heart whispered as she touched its silvery horn

 The animal knelt adoringly at her feet; holding on to its golden mane

She swung onto its back and galloped away.

The galloping sound receded

And the tick-tock of the clock

Pervaded my being

                                             With consciousness

And  disappointment -

I had lost grip

Of a strange world,

Revealed in a vision

Rudely transported back

To my world of routine.

22-11-11