Dreamers Path

On dreams edge still holding another thought. Released sleeping thoughts spiral upwards into the dome of heaven. Dream floating away into the skylight of night. Fading in and fading out of dreams gates. Songs I hear sung by a skylark. In flight of the night he chases his song. Not long he will reach his mate in the faraway dream. Skyward he, flies his wings dipped in rainbow mist and color blue of dusted brilliance swift in the winds like a shaft of light. On dreamers path he is joined by her feather white breast and beauty demure allured by his songs she followed the curve sleep of night. Meeting in air in a dreams embrace spiraling into the thin mist with trailing melodies they vanished into a thought I dreamed.