We slip beneath the pillow's spell
And drift from heaven and into hell
To lose control of conscious mind
The secrets of our soul to find.
A timeless journey fills our being.
The blind man now becomes all-seeing.
The lonely now becomes the lover.
The childless wife a loving mother.
Reflection of our dormant fears
Once woken may reduce to tears.
With sleep the master free to prey
On untold thought which nightly stray.
This is the gift from Pixel Creation for the Midsummer Night's Dream 8 - Hunt.
(June 21 - July 21)
The blog for the hunt:
Pixel Creation is on the "puck" path.