Fay Slimm.

Dreamscape.

 

 

Dreamscape.

 

Denial of will occasionally hampers yet
defeat proves unreal when
sleep-given eyes lift dimensional mist
from other-world freedoms

never before even conceived.

 

Souls walk on water and fly, greet lost
loved ones, take minds across
boundaries, watch normal recede, enter
abodes of angelic presence 

all before ascent again beckons.

 

Love never changes in dreams, former
despair disappears when halted,
hope finds unfettered what life denied
with no elation so exciting

as sleep-relaxation realized.

 

License is never so stirring as nightly
slumber respecting shadows
while letting new love-light melt fear
of descent into live dreamscape

then to feel induced awakening.