As my body lay to rest,
I greet the awakening of my spirit.
Unseen touch against my cheek,
The wind has sent her gentle angel to call.

Veils of sun-kissed light,
Fall to dance in a stream of purest lucidity.
The garden of life lost, blooms,
Decorating my path with hues of iridescent hope.

I stand here now, released from flesh.
I am holy truth, yet still I seek blessed wisdom.
Upon these plains of change,
Beauty surrounds my being, breathing whispers of yesterday;
Once upon a dream.

Tiny cardinals made of rose petals, twirl and soar before me,
Their laughter heard through the flutter of whispering wings.
Crimson feathers slowly descend in suspended air,
Exquisitely these gifts pillow my steps, guiding me to my purpose.

As I quest, a wind-spirit has come to delight my senses.
Chrystal, frosted, willow trees canopy above me,
Her sweet melody entices the silver strands to sway;
The hypnotic rhythm, invoking my soul.

I near the corridors end.
An arbor dressed in morning glories awaits my arrival, beckoning me to enter.
Within the sacred arch, the flowers sing a chorus of praise.
Blossoming into butterflies as I pass, they take flight,
Leading me into a field of promise;
Once upon a dream.

Childhood greens, and shimmering clovers, blanket the meadow slopes.
The wind combs through the velvet blades.
The watchtowers shift direction in unison, upon each valley.
Emerald songs are heard through the scent of earth rising with each pass.

Charms of wishing flowers, sleepily drift throughout the valley.
Upon inspection, the released wishes are not as they seem;
They are the spirits of the thankful ones.
I capture the delicate ghost for just a moment,
Opening my hand, the angel-wisp becomes a snowflake and ascends;

I spy a wine painted rose, through the golden-haze.
Sheerest illumination bathes over her beauty,
Casting around her, with the divinity of a halo.
She sets crested high atop a hillside peak;
Once upon a dream.

Approaching the rose, earliest morning dew appears to cleanse over her.
Witnessing her blossom face bowed down low, I kneel before her.
Her silent tears bead and wash upon her leaves.

"My perfect angel, why do you mourn so?" Within the songs of my mind,
I ask of her.
Weeping, the divine queen chimes, "I mourn because I am dying. My woven petals shall never again open to greet the morning sun. My body shall cease to vine, and birth new beauty. As the sweetest of my breath, shall never be inhaled by children of the earth. I shall perish. My life will have honored no purpose. My existence vein-without meaning."

Mercy completes my reason.
Taking her intricate perfection upon my hand,
Delicately, I caress the silk of her petals.
I drink the volumes of energy her beauty harbors.
Studying the depth of her tint, tracing the swirl of her design precisely.

I close my eyes, breathing her in deeply.
Her perfume possesses the truth of innocents,
As it also shares the gifts of wisdom.
Mostly, of all.. this is the scent, of love.

I allow the aroma to linger a moment longer,
To always recall the taste of her wild passion.
Holding the lovely blossom in my touch,
I open my eyes and look into her.

I then whisper," Dearest One, my truest love. Can you not perceive that for as long as I have touched your angelic petals, I have been blessed. As I have witnessed your timeless beauty, and you have enlightened my senses with your scent of purity, your season is but a cherished reason. You, have become a precious keepsake, to all who have graced your presence~ Even if only once."

Gingerly, I brush the blossom with a farewell kiss.
Her petals softly release, as I catch them in my hand.
She falls limp, and withers before me.
Her season to grow, as well as her season to enrich our lives, has ended;
Once upon a dream.

Opening my hand, I bring the pool of scarlet treasures to my lips,
Blowing the petals, they scatter and anoint the air.
In the hush of a breeze, they are carried away
~on the wings of a new breath.

Higher and higher, they skate above.
Until atlas', they ignite to become star-tokens,
Which embellish the sky.

Beneath my feet, waters of peace replace the earth.
A stairway made of rain, sets before me.
I step upon this baptism, to be delivered;
My spirit becomes the echo of the wind.
I dance across the night sky, only to kiss the fullness of the moon.


Once upon a dream~ Can change your waking tomorrow...