Unprophetic Vision

I had a flutter of a vision last night

Standing in front of a snow capped mountain

With a cherry faced man, both of us wearing

Fleeced winter hats, baring toothy grins. 

Sparkling like a tethered bird

Who forgot how to fly.

But I wear red, spaghetti strapped camisoles

And vexing, black skirts

Drunk, just a little,

High, just a little,

Dance on the slippery, glittery club floor

Like a stripper;

Letting them caress the wild, wisps of my black hair

Touch all the right places, just a little,

Until I able to

Unleash the fettered, bruising restraints

That bind my soul. 

Now that is a vision.