Dream flight

Just before sleep claims another, I listen for the footsteps of my mother.Dreams filter between the prayers and praise, leaving me longing for day.

Each lid now pressed bringing temporary rest, as my inner sight takes flight.

Skipping across methane pools on worlds filled with jewels, beating beasts with bare hands.

Traumatized in a waking worlds jungle, recharging amid nights dreams most humble.

Fanatical words blind my innocent mind, such richness my imagination finds.

Once unwilling to tumble into night so deep, now, each realm I willingly plunder.

Follow if you dare, within transcendental fields quite scary, you will find me there.

Dream with me if you care, and we these psychedelic delicacies we’ll share.

W.AManning©2017

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