Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

Awakening, I saw a young woman with eyes like the sky. She takes my hand, hers cold but gentle, and her blended kaleidoscope orbs glow beautifully.

“Come, and I shall guide you to where you should be.”

Reaching the river, I freeze in my place as cries of pain and anguish ring in waves. My hand balls across my chest as a sharp pain erupts. The girl stands before me and lays a soft hand on mine.

“You cannot go back,” she says with a sad smile.

We sit on a cockleshell with a patched white sail, passing tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Yellow and green flowers tower overhead with an odd plastic sheen giving off colored light similar to that of her now sunray eyes. Disembarking, she leads me across an ancient stone bridge to a fountain of glistening liquid gold. There, people old and young
ride on rainbow rocking horses, and have a quaint but festive tea party.

Familiar names and faces approach me while plates of marshmallow pie passing around like greetings. However, before I can accept the treat, a wizened figure pulls me away
“There is time for this later,” he croaks, “For now, let Lucy take you where you must go.”

A cityscape is our next destination, with cars and  skyscrapers made of paper. Men and women, young and old rush toward a large, loud building. Lucy tells me it’s a train station. We enter with no problem as if spirits on a haunt. Strange posters made of glass decorate the walls. No ticket lines or train schedules can be found, yet everyone seems to know where to go.

Curiously, I do as well.

Only Lucy and I embark the winged pastel coach and without another word, we begin to move. I see neither buildings nor landmarks on our way, just pillows of cotton white. I realize we are soaring through the majestic sky. Our final stop is a vast, iridescent expanse... a place where the earth meets the heavens. Brilliant diamonds glimmer above and below.

All is peaceful; all is right.

Once again, the woman stands before me and takes my hand. I recall the crying river
the party of rocking horse people, the determined crowd heading for the station, the winged coach gliding through the clouds and finally, I understand why I cannot return.

When I was young, I was told of a girl with eyes like a kaleidoscope sky. She welcomes the lost to their paradise.

And now I know her name is Lucy.