Astral Projection: the Web

eyes are collecting dewdrops and growing damp with mist; soul prepares for astral flight weary body goes still in falling light if only for one fragment of night... (you are lightning, glorious) open those fresh, dewy eyes. be serene outside of skin; behold the soul-web, like a strange ocean of gossamer flowers pooling around the ankles of humans and the roots of trees. it is what binds you to me hyacinth to willow tree dolphin to peyote button and peyote button to bee.