Sacred Dreams

I got lost today within a dream
of ivory that grew and streamed
into the window of a distant tower.
Reaching for the power to just flower.
Drifting through a hazy maze of hours.
Sitting in the bower of an ancient evergreen.
Feeling all around me for the scent of sights unseen.
Now dusk is blooming all around me there.
Without a growing need to ever care
for loss or gain or anything
that lives beyond the sacred dreams
of love...

? Michaelette ?

11/29/2005
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