A Strangers Reflection

I awoke to a strangers reflection..

Hard to define from nearing distance..

With orchards vibrancy no longer..

Gracing golden palaces..

In the small hours of day..

Where once bull's veins..

Possessed my encasement..

Jumping, hanging , from tree..

To tree on tree tops..

Effort now needed for effortless engagement..

To blow wind on wishful dandelions..

A wish for dependences care..

Third legs grown from woods attached to walk with..

Windows to souls, shutting its blinks at night..

Sunk deep into the bosom of beds comfort..

To be slowly exhumed out from   ..

False last rest places in daylight 
With fear, the heart missing a beat..

Celebrated dance floors now carries a price..

Dearer than first engaged upon..

In arching joints of miseries feeling..

Gushing out eruptions of pains endeavour..

I awoke to a strangers reflection..

Hard to make out from a nearing distance..

With a limp in his steps and wrinkle on his face..

But the eyes always looked familiar..

When I turned to walk, I realised ..
It was all a dream, in distance time of future's day..
Today I will go for a run, a dance, climb trees..
Make good use of these here legs..
Before I awake to a strangers reflection..