Guided

Nestled in slumber,

None can see my kindred guide.

Only I may view those tempting

Mottled wings of lustrous taupe.

He wakes me with purpose from

Depths of silent dreams.

I follow.

Slipping thoughts of falling, failing, peel away in mild currents.

Winging higher. Sinking deeper into self.

Lessons, not in words

But taught to soul and very being.

Upon those wizened wings I learn to fly.

Knowledge, not always pleasant,

Opens eyes to see beyond escapes.

Ferns and field

Give way to hues of blue and crimson.

Fronds and blades emerge as

Textured peaks I reach to touch.

Sighted, yet sightless.

We sail beyond the realms of humankind.

Light begins to grow from center soul,

Illuminating thought and tempting me with

Answers so close…

Another dawn brings to an end our

Timeless travel.

I step from sleep aware.