In dreams, I fly much higher than I ever could awake,
my dream-self never having learned the need to fear mistakes.
I have adventures while I sleep, to places still unknown
green forests in my psyche that belong to me alone.
A peaceful cave under a cliff I’ve come to know so well,
that opens to a crystal lake – my darkness to dispel.
And when I’m lucky I may meet a spirit guide or two,
they come to share their wisdom on the things I wish to do.
It’s hard for me to listen though, sometimes, for when they speak
although they tell the truth, it can get lost in their mystique.
I listen though, and always will, for what I need to hear,
and heed the lessons that I’ve learned from them, to hold them dear.
As I prepare to once again embark upon a dream,
I’ll wish upon a star and join a silvery moonbeam.
2/29/24
Karen McCaskey 