Walking The Dreamtime Forest
Sentinels stand tall in the forest of my dreams,
and sunlight’s filtering fingers play with the
spectral shadows as I walk.
I feel no fear for I know that within dreams
lay the groundwork of my future,
the guidance of the soul.
I absorb the flora and fauna here,
like a sea sponge absorbs its meals.
Every plant and animal speaks to me in tones
of etheric essence;
revealing secrets that I need to know,
to achieve my goals;
dreamtime seeds of enlightenment.
In The Forest Of My Dreams Poetry Contest
Mystic Rose Rose
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2021
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