Poised between counting one second and striking another, you have found me again in your dreams. There I dance like a blade of grass. Now I crouch under the weight of a single butterfly that has decided to grace me with her wings.
Your dream explodes now. I stand in your dream, between you and all that is you, holding a mirror. Look at your reflection and gaze upon all that was meant to be. Do you remember the dream where you were caught by a tide in the instant of leaping, to hurl yourself into the sky.
I caught you when you fell into the dreaming time. Now you too may become the shape of the grass. You may ride the winds of time. I give you the ability to turn like an owl and grasp at the day, to burn like a nighthawk, to whirr like the bee, to sing like the sea-eagle screaming out of the sky. The wind will take you dreaming...
But You Must
Shape Your Dreams To Fly
Angel Feathers Tickle Me
10 comments:
I so love this post - it's lovely! In fact, it's made me quite look forward to going to bed tonight, to dream some fabulous dreams!
^.^ very nice post
I followed your messenger (spambot) home and I thought I'd leave a note to show I was here (I don't wish to be baccused of being a lurker).
I will be a lurker! AFTM, I love you dearly.
Thanks for all you do.
Be nice to the boys..
Even not who you are and have me puzzled, because you do not appear and tell us something on you? Regards
And what shepe does your dream have?
I thought you were someone else, but her wings were black. And she is from Northern Ireland.
Beautiful photo
Actually, I "walk on the sands of time"; but thats neither here nor there.
Nice work on the poem. Don't let the bedbugs bite!
Assalam
hi dear angel,
A nice job.*hug*
Wish you the best.
Shahrzad
I missed all of you. I have been busy collecting again. Pictures of course...
Plus it is time for Santa!
Love To All...
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