Friends Who Weren’t — A Dream

I walked with two friends. One brought her husband, the other arrived late. We met to climb the mountain, the path ever changing before us. Initially, our feet crunched over coarse gravel; we wore dappled green and honeyed  light as cloaks and crowns. Next, we walked through a parking garage, sparse of cars and curled with shadow. Finally, we stepped, single file, over a plush red carpet along a narrow aisle that moved in straight lengths, rose in flights of short steps, and turned at right angles through a museum. We passed glass display cases of antique devices — clocks and telephones and radios — until we reached a pair of sunken benches upholstered in red. Sinking into the benches, we sat together before an antique miniature pipe organ set against one wall. A marvel of construction, crafted entirely of  polished, glossy wood and bright brass, the organ was a thing of beauty…until it began to play. Its keys and pedals moved entirely on its own mechanized synchronizations, and the music that blared forth was discordant, cacophonous. Despite this, despite the path’s many mutations, one scene melting into another, the only aspect of the journey that grieved me was the realization that my two friends — who each were so dear to me — had nothing in common, shared no bond beyond me, myself. Unable to build any connection between them, they could only exchange wan smiles with one another before looking  away.

 

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“Lily of the Valley in Stone” — C.Birde, 8/18

 

 

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5 thoughts on “Friends Who Weren’t — A Dream

  1. I love how you write, as I read, it takes me on a journey with your every word and I can take in the surroundings in which you describe 💙
    I love Lilly of the valley, just beautiful

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    • I think this dream speaks to the discomfort of the past rubbing shoulders with the present. And yes, the pipe organ, though lovely, was extremely disappointing when it emitted only noise. A reminder that appearances are often deceiving, and will not meet expectations. It only occurred to me until recently that the way the organ was situated near the bench seats in the dream was much like those mini juke boxes set onto tables at an old diner.

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