Two dream-dancing spirits
were treading thin ice,
lost in the music
and blind-rolling the dice
When an Angel appeared
and spoke without voice,
“The gravity nigh
must become conscious choice.
Two nights you have danced here
gave in to such light–
of sacred is three
it’s a permanent rite.
Be slow for repeating
take time to be sure,
the action you take
will then be secured.”
She parted the spirits
to each their own way
to ponder their wants
in the pure light of day…
© DreamMatrix 2007
* Sometimes my dreams are really strange…
