Dance for the Dreaming

The Dreaming began in a café…
An old friend…
Waiting for the chasm of silence
To break into some semblance of lyrical birdsong…
Some twittering choir of mannered smiles and sweet memories…

But the eyes of my soul refused to look back…
I needed to dance for the Dreaming…

The old friend smiled…

We will wander to a mountain…
Sunlight…shade…
Where the moments of tomorrow
Wash restlessly in the deep blue below…

Perhaps we may not reach out…touch them…
But the eyes see
Our moments…
Timeless oceans…
Reality wandering free…

And the soul lives
In a new Dance…

A new Dance for the Dreaming…