Upon cotton vapored air I drift,

Into a sky of gold,

Atop my crescent ship I sail,

As magic dreams unfold

 

 

Into the bright of summer's night

Off to the stars I sail

With gentle breezes whispering

Untold truths start to unveil

 

 

Upon slumber’s velvet dreams

On night times’ musings skimmed

The mind would weave by threaded lace

A tale’s delightful trim

 

 

Where anything is possible,

Where borders never set

Yet sadly, limits of the mind,

Will cause us to forget

 

 

What is left, in slumber's wake,

When morning takes our hand,

Was it a nightmare or a gift,

Who is to understand?

 

 

Can we revisit, yesterday,

Or future's hallowed ground,

Or do we spin, and tumble,

Where echoes have no sound?

 

 

Then from depths of rippled dreams

Through minds distorted take

We recall the painted images

That haunt us as we wake

 

  

Can we emerge from scripted dreams

And ever be the same

Or does our spirit now become

The master of the game?

 

 

 

A collaborated offering from

Anita Fernandez (Pax A) and

Sherry Gail Heim

March 19, 2016

Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2016