Wordless we lose ourselves into the view
beyond the scope of the physical of our here and now,
the rapture of peace prolong on stable souls,
etched in colors past our conscious realm,
we come to these places for sustenance and hope
gathering our miracles carefully
lest we fracture and crack
that which we so feverishly prayed for.
Nights silhouette calms the nerves frayed
as shades of bliss unite to find us
weighing our thoughts on our emotional scale
back and forth like the teeter-totter
on an abandoned playground field,
we slip our dreams between the stars that shine
for us we think,
always for us they come to find our minds
when in the softness of slumber
they slip in through the view beyond
and sprinkle us with their finest dust,
weaving about their tales untold
like storybook magic with happier endings
we lose ourselves as we melt on feathers
drifting off to find the end of day
meeting us in the middle
and sliding down into the oblivion
of a calm and peace
cherished.