On Track

Down hardened lines

turned soft through time

I linger in my dreamscape mind,

where angels whisper to my ear

and carry me into moments dear.

The faces of a day gone by

in patterned seconds I learn to try

to glean the message they come to give

and embrace the light,

where their words now live.

The midnight hour had moved as norm

and waking with thoughts

now freshly born

of angels I have heard in sleep

and hearts that flow

with love so deep.

I linger with vibration found

and smile as crystals become unbound

from starry skies that fill the night,

an emotion pulled from joys delight.

I learn the truth of all I see

and with waking, know

I’ve been set free.