Daytime Dream

June 29, 2011

I fell to sleep and in my sleep I dreamt.

A daytime dream it was, of vital worlds.

I saw the images that stain the soul,

A danger-filled and dark, degrading place.

I woke myself to cast from me these forms,

Yet when I slept, again they came in force.

I turned away, abhorred by what I saw

No part of me these visions could abide,

But waking I was calm and peace returned.

The images unable to bear light

Dissolved as dust in morning's brilliant glow

As all must go who would the Grace resist

As beauty manifests to wakened eyes

And joy is born on silver wings of song.