Employ the Wealth

Shadows linger, rest is nigh.
Like indigo deep up inside the sky.
Spirits whisper, restlessly,
of all their many lies.

Where dreams implode
and stormy skies explode.
Fiery, the stars commit
another feinted suicide.

While wisps of clouds
still paint the sky a little
lighter - there! And in the air,
those childhood dreams go on and on.

There, within the shadows calling,
falling into you. A blue so bright
that sorrow fades away. Sleep,
to dream a golden dawn
into awakening.

Lullabies are best without the words.
Childlike, we seek the womb of
healing again. The night is such
a place of understanding.

Masks laid aside and all the roles
gone by. We can be essence here,
where fears are swept away.
And learn to play the way we
used to do - within imagination.

A place where dreams are true.
More true than all the many altered
spaces of our lives. For here,
we can become the lullaby.

Shadows linger, rest is nigh.
Like indigo deep up inside the sky.
Spirits whisper, restlessly,
then dare to take to flight.

Employ the wealth of second sight
and make your dreams come true...

? Michaelette ?

10/26/2002
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