The mind slips into that quiet place,
the place right before surfacing from sleep
as cool breezes blow through cracks in the window
heralding the journey’s end
as eyes slowly fight to reach the top
and the mind tries so very hard to recall
the shape and colors of the midnight dream
as it slips away like a solemn cloud
into a waiting sky.
She waits in these places often
like a soul on a journey that has no end
she slips into the shadows to watch
as the swirling atmosphere takes her somewhere far
and the only one left to hear her sigh
is the coming moon on the horizon.
She knows sweet Luna well,
guiding her since birth she trusts the words
and images she sees
when she returns each time she knows
it won’t be the last.
A thousand days have left her spent
and ten thousand more still remain
as she walks over mountains of memories
and sits beside the waters in stillness,
knowing the ripples will come and go,
messages passed in hasty moments
but on her mind it always rests,
the place that brings her comfort
the heart of the dream
where she is blessed.