In the quiet of the moment,
set free your minds,
to roam upon the moon.
The day now put aside,
to perhaps be called upon tomorrow . . .
but in the now,
allow yourself to find this vision.
The Night Horse speaks your name.
Welcome Dream Walkers,
to my realm easily obtainable.
Your consciousness
has now found peace and tranquility.
Drifting to the vision
that is now placed before you.
I am but a few footsteps away . . .
our only separation,
being the fairy's wishes,
that stand within my pasture.
They stand in wait of your footfall,
and it is yourselves,
that must decide,
if you can still find your way to
the trueness of the person who is you.
Come wander with me
between reality and fantasy.
Reach to find what lies
just beyond the misty veil.
Upon my back awaits
the poetry of your soul.
