Prelude to a Dream

- A quick entry before I go to bed - most house lights off, the last chore done, the heat turned down . . . 

Prelude to a Dream

Here is the color of the depth of Mind:

Not quite black - a greyish, bluish cast

The place each soul has always hoped to find

Everything said from here stands; its word will last

Mountains are moved, all rivers speak it

Northern lights’ swift shimmer shines it past

This is the place where nothing stands beneath it

No cave so deep, no shifting sea so vast

Here in the backdrop of the depth of Mind

All secrets are spelled out, their golden stamp

is illustrated, block by block, line by line

Impressed with every sacred word’s recap

Or so it seemed, as earnest dream descended

Submerging me in sleep before it ended.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 21, 2011