Dream from the mystic

As the evening moon falls dark

The morning star rises

Into the autumn light

The shadowed twist of light

The soul dances into gravity

And eternity arises 

Into the insanity of a dream

That was made from the

Faded shawl of time and space

From the mystic she awoke

The words she then spoke

When she was not awake

She knew the answer was not to hate

But to meditate