Molted feathers
As I lay me down to sleep
wishing my soul safe to keep
I close my eyes and realize
what really matters
what really is
and not what it was . . .
once upon a time.
In my dreamland I find
my refuge
my sanctuary . . .
In my silence
Wise spirits
whisper to me
words of wisdom
images sounds and feelings
help me understand
why the raven
flew down
the avenue
leaving
molted feathers
for me to find,
every time
a new dream
comes to life . . .
- I just have to believe
that every dream is a path
that I have to take
and it might lead me
to the golden egg . . .
Now I wake up knowing
that as long as I can dream
my soul will be safe.
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2007-08-03 at 21:15
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