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A poem about dreaming and bringing the messages into ones own life. |
| We meet there in that other place, The farther side of dreaming. There we dance and twirl together To create a golden whirlpool. Spinning, catapulting out in all directions, Metallic colored stars of dazzling greens and blues Yellow, orange and violet hues, So deep they feed the hunger of the soul. Ride those stars away, away To who knows where. Ride iridescent paths to infinite distances. Then carry back, with tender care, The magic talisman And leave it here for me to find On the waking edge of dreaming,. |