Thoughtprints

Just beyond the horizon,
Not as far as it may seem,
A reality residing in dream,
Or perhaps a reality not yet in time.

There ...
Light shining through mighty-draped boughs,
Ones heart voluntarily made known,
Trees bend, accommodating passage.

Leaves of satin brush past flushed cheeks,
Found within, only love;
Peacefulness strummed on melodic harp,
While butterflies dance in time.

On pond of translucent aqua blue,
Fly and frog happily play,
As heaven's cleansing dew,
Rains down from shimmering clouds of gold.

Winged sprites gleefully fly,
Giggles of young ones once here, but gone,
Float on joyful memory's breeze,
Tickling tree tops, making them swoon.

People of all persuasion passing to each other love's light,
While the twinkling of stars float in their midst,
Manna from heaven is fed to those who hunger,
Sleep is found entwined in down-soft rainbow hues.

I choose not to awaken;
But rather, embrace this reality not yet known,
In the spirit of dreams coming true,
Take my hand, and

Follow me.

Copyright © S. Leigh Marin
Penned July 26, 2001

(oh my gosh, I just realized that I wrote this exactly two years ago today! Cool *smile*)