dancing through my dreams
are words of wispy wonder
stories of sculpted sand dunes
all written while I'm under
an eternal mine of possible
I am gifted in this trance
and with stilled imagination
I can reach out for this chance
to hold onto these visions
while night carries out its slumber
easier said than done perhaps
though there are ways to disencumber
I'll explore the depths of strangeness
then roll it back to sane
making notes of this inner dialogue
when daylight comes again