Thats the way it is with dreams. They scratch at your door. You see them through the peep hole a stray dream looking for a home. You think it might go away if you ignore it. Wrong. Its still there when you open the door smiling. Wagging its tail.
You spoke to her in hidden dreams...and smiled at her through open doors. She felt your secret love surround her at times. And while alone she felt your breath heartbeat and more... Serenity of hers is never-ending soothing....it leads lures calls you... Ah timeless burning flame.. Her kiss is ocean salty water you drink and thirst increases...you long and pray for more...
There is a place so pure and true beyond your deep and restless thoughts youll find an imaginative longitude for dear shelter completely lost in time... Its made of love of magic dreams where you can be yourself and free... Where roses of white and scarlet bloom...tranquility waves kissing shore... A place youll never want to leave a place for dreamers to believe... So spread the wings and let your soul fly up high and reach your castle in the sky...
That night my mother had what she considered a wonderful dream. She dreamed of the country of India where she had never been. There were orange traffic cones and beautiful lapis lazuli insects with mandibles of gold. A young girl was being led through the streets. She was taken to a pyre where she was wound in a sheet and placed up on a platform built from sticks. The bright fire that consumed her brought my mother into that deep light dreamlike bliss. The girl was being burned alive but first there had been her body clean and whole.