This Night Traveler

This Night Traveler
By Johnie W. Levell
March 24, 2009

This night traveler plods through misty shadows
Living fears and joys encased in the Mindworld
Where I’m the actor; I’m the audience -
Believing in something out of time and unpredictable.

Running through mud-thick air-
Pursued by dark enemies-

Shimmered skies with dragons’ wings
Forty feet from nose to tail,
Skullish faces with hollow eyes –
Sent to torture in an ancient plan.

Blank desolation and angel’s guidance -
Finding peace in the only house standing
Fearful for a sister trying to fight in vain
Crying bitter, bitter sobs,
Bound to my position.
Chopping air with an axe
Never hitting the target –

The brother speaking from the grave
Tombstone overturned,
Candle burning low
Tears stream for loss –
Sad to say goodbye,
I beg him not to leave.

Seeing Jesus beckon me from within the box,
Love filling my heart and nothing else matters –
And looking back to hear my father call my name
Ashamed of the choice I make;
But seeing floating on angels’ wings
A mansion for me!
A golden ark tall and long,
With windows on each side,
Blue sky beyond the wondrous sight!

The whirlwind strong over Iowa Park
Three miles from side to side
Twelve hundred miles per hour it spins
The lightning threads the perimeter
And cannot stretch out of it.

The ship fleet flying overhead
A half mile long
The undersides looking like the starry sky
Fearful when I learn they have been there
A long, long time.

The rolling ball chipped away
Christians making a difference
Until the ball wobbles, falters, slows, and stops.

Looking down at my body
I am floating up,
Watching the sun rise just over the treeline
Over the telephone poles
Away from the wreckage.

Meeting my dad and being glad
That we had more time to talk
Extra time to hang out
In a pickup that I sold
Going to the river that once was
Back in its glory.

Finding a box of gold rings in an unknown shed
Tossed and dusty with unfamiliar junk.

Following a trail of old rare coins through the grass
Outside the Rider gym
After a basketball game.

I am flying through the air
Arms outstretched and face to the wind
Defying gravity –
Vivid scenes of the country-scape fill my mind-eyes.

Where time meets eternity,
I experience and live and remember
History that never was.
For seconds they glimmer on the neural sands,
Then waves of dawn wash them out to sea,
And I wake.