When you’re fast asleep
The mind sneeks out, and around,
Wearing the moonlight
Like some ancient royal gown.
Soulful seekers and spiritual searchers
All invited here by the King of dreams,
Dancing and communing together
In the majesty of this becoming scene,
Where dreams flow like liquid diamonds
Sparkling upon the river of the night;
The old, the new, the many, the few,
The long gone and the yet to be,
All mingle free, in this dreamy delight.
The stars, and the milky way
Are the floor upon which we dance,
All the cosmos and spirits with wonder watch
Joyfully caught in a tender trance.
The Mystery wraps around us
Like lace made of light,
While angels sing us into peaceful sleep…
Through this, our dream dances of the night.
© Smoky Hoss