Slipping soft from my skin;
Colliding long into sleep.
Dreaming baubles spin on webs
Of intricate complexity.
Each one an answer-
A song, a wish,
Drifting within my mind
Like a rain that never falls.
Broken into fragments
And floating particles-
Shifting form and matter
Into cores of newborn worlds,
Emerging from the lucid dark
Creating light in sweeping spectrum.
These tiny deaths
Of gentle breath
Opening to the truth of slumber-
A sacred journey this dreamer makes,
Reaching through a star-clad dawn
To spread forth wings never flown
And leap from the heart
Of all that awakens.

11/28/03
Thyme

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