Opening the Dreamworld

There within the gloom
his sorrow hid, lamenting
praying to become a flowing stream
of teardrops' memories
in just that one pure moment
that unveiled all the many things he felt
and soul arose to tell the tales
of all that had been lived
and yet had somehow been forgotten

but not just for him alone
for these earthen memories
are ancient and unending
like this moon of pure reflection at its full
when it turns the lake
to silver mirrored perfection
and still, just half will show itself
at once to mortal eyes
until the blind have learned to see again
when the sheen becomes a nimbus
of the softest light that's ever been

nurturing, enveloping
it opens up the dreamworld
to them all . . .


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