Dropping into Dreams

A drop of golden moonlight falls
into an utter sense of being,
freeing souls to ride the tides
of magic-making lullabies
that sing the stars awake each night
and live to blossom into dreams
of honey-sweet imagining.

At first a track of endless vistas
open in an indigo abiding
in a tide of ebony
that seems mere nothingness;
when a heartbeat enters in,
and sound is born again,
impacting even echoes
of the greatest dream of all.

And this sound
begins to sing itself awake,
bringing vastness to a peak
of startling, one-pointed clarity
attracting and distracting every sense
that feels so lost within this zone
of utter innocence
now crying out to be, just be,
another movement of infinity.

As a drop of golden moonlight falls,
calling us to sleep and dream
within the everything of falling free,
dropping into future reverie
to speak in endless hues now bent
on dawn's deliverance. . .

?Michaelette?

1/2/2001
Revised 8/2/2001
Copyright© 2001 Michaelette L. Romano
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