Other Realms

With eyes closed
a sweet repose
drifting from the cares of day
a larger landscape, opens way

to scene of dreams that haunt the night
beyond distraction of day's light
that free the mind
to search and find

insights hiding in the shadows
Eerily, the light will glow
through dampness of a heavy mist that lay
composed of mystery not quite sensed within the day

to speak in image, symbol, sign
of realms that live beyond mere time
Listen to the whisper of the winds
that speak of new beginnings in the end

of cycles ever spiraling up
drink the balm of healing cup
offered now by spirit sent
as the fabric of the veil is rent

by dreams

? Michaelette ?

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