I haunt subconscious
wells. Alone in the vast,
unconscious realm of man's dreams,
I heal. Mistily, floating in moonbeams
I spell love and truth.
These are my essence and dimension,
no intervention. My dust reveals all.
Down the twisting spiral
of minds I go, touching each chamber
of mood. Nightly, embedding crystals of hope,
I span eternally good.
My hair holds the fragrance
of all the worlds’ flowers,
my breath is the mist of miracles.
My voice pleads to soldiers in battle.
My grief fills earth's oceans with tears.
I am the comfort of mothers.
I am the keeper of fears.
Infinity cannot contain me,
for, I am the Messenger of Peace.