The Dream Sweeper

I’m freedom’s beckoning call light as air, an elemental being Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces Gravitational pull. A streaming particle of matter flowing in the Mystical elemental current of my own existence, Untethered I’ve cut the silvery threads of the Timeless, a creature of thoughts abandonment. A unique butterfly of distinction, flying amongst The light waves of illusion spreading my wings Of clarity, touching the stars in gentle graces Movement. In flights liberation climbing levels of enchantment, A swaying anomaly tossed, passed between earth And sky, a castaways silhouette lingering afloat the Breeze of sensuality, with the heightened senses Of pleasure ultimate recklessness, I’m at liberties Jurisdiction beyond the touch of man. I’ve joined the flocks of the enlightened ones, Moths drawn to the dreaming flame, that burns With fuel of inspirational grace. Rippling wings transcending, behold the marvel Of lunar beings, evolving, rising beyond the Embankment of physical resistance, Translucent fluttering monarchs brushing Against the gates of God’s kingdom on high. Flying insects of humanity, buzzing in a whispering Chorus ushering in lyrical verses praise, Announcing the arrival of these ascended. Reaching through the vaulted grates of heaven, The lord’s angel reaches out to touch these mortal Wings of inspiration, and harken to listen, as The Soft music loaf’s upwards, flooding the floors Of this golden divide. At twilights intrinsic hour of contemplation these Dreaming beings of enlightenment drift as floating Confetti ever lightly descending, cascading into Their mortal fleshes vessels beneath, leaving the Realm behind, but oh what visions of inspiration Have these butterflies of remembrance relate, In poetic excellence, cannot be captured Within the nets of mankind. I’m freedom’s beckoning call light as air, an elemental being Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces Gravitational pull. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN