I wake up to a sound I make in my sleep
the dawn is beating a native drum.
In my dreams I remember I was holding a stone
looking at the universe
dispersed inside its spleen.
I saw myself
amidst the cosmos
even the sun was spinning like a planet.
I crushed the stone between my fingers
stared right back at myself
and then I woke up.
©Malintha Perera 2015