In slumber my imaginings are filled with storms and creatures from some unknown depth
The skirmish came upon my mind a battle of survival played out in a deadly game
The sea began to boil and toss as if magic drifted on a witches broom
I watched as the tide dragged my vessel away from shore and solid ground
The fantasy of my death flooded across my pale and twisted face
A revelation of the drama filled my very soul.
heart pounding mind chasing did i dream my future
Is there a monster under my bed, did i kill a dragon is there blood upon the floor
Reality the master of my soul and yet fantasy clings to the edge of time
transcendence is in the natural process it moves upon the hours of light
Sometimes forgotten sometimes remembered transcendence frees us upon the dawn
Calm and quiet I smell the lavender candle
The garden grows and the butterfly surrenders to transformation and their in lies the beauty for in that exchange most physical ,self is discovered
Dreams carry us on our mortal journey but we are not mere mortal beings for we carry our spirit in our daily life
I myself alone look upon the night to desire and delight
Dreams to take me places where only a spirit can fly
To embark upon a journey most terrible and wonderful until i see the the light.
So remember when imagination creates another life
Its not just a slumber a spiritual awakening transforming you through the night.
To see another way to be another way to kill the dragon and to set sail upon an unknown sea,