Gems

 

I have the same hypnotic dreams each nigh

Regal and powerful visions come through

Deep in threw wilderness I run

Twilight I am spirit of the moon

 

I have whispered my heart

Prayers to the ominous butterflies

They shall carry my soft notes by wolf

My fingertips almost call

 

On the edge of frog moon sits a symbol

Across my storms I feel mythic lightening arrayed in me

I am layered with many feathers, evening majestic

I am autumns season gown, I am the snow rider of wintry lights

 

Watching the night rider, wings engulf my presence to he

hand painted etch the wolfs heart

Panorama tic visions unaware of his soul

As it drifts again in my lost spirits dream

Reviews

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Dreams are amazing, aren't they! You've captured bits of dreams and mixed them hypnotically, Deborah. :-) Sharon