Dream, for the night demands  your full attention,
wander through those realms without dissention,
gathering the treasures which are scattered near and far
where gifts abound, too many now to mention.

Dream, for the day would ask that you are present,
drifting through the gaps where light does rent,
knowing that in possibility there will be found your fate
and mind will take you far when fear does not prevent.

Dream, for the life you live would have you be fulfilled,
calling you to valley depths and on to distant hills,
that path which takes us further, calls us home to Soul;
until the moment comes when Death does present the bill.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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1 Response to Dreams

  1. julespaige says:

    I remember once I believe you mentioning to honor dreams by writing them down – thus perhaps the haunting of less pleasant ones might cease. That reminded me of prayers written on paper and set ablaze in brass bowls…

    Yet even all of our rote rituals will not stave the bill owed of Death. Which some believe is but a different extension of life.

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