Awakening, she found she was still dreaming
Still sleeping a lavender-lidded sleep
The delicately constructed purgatory
Between being asleep and just being
Began to make some sense....
Then, in a tiny burst of cloud-like upheaval
Her mind shattered the roof of glassy conception
She sat straight up in her bed
She swore in an intimate prayer
That she'd tasted being dead....
That she'd been reborn into Life's Dance
A kind of symbiotic ballet of truthful romance
Facing a wall of force-fed comprehension
A mini-minuet between elegance and tension
A most dazzling display of lights in the darkness
With shining blades, sizzling into sharpness...
She swore, never again ~
Never again would she take for granted
The gift of wonder found in sleep supplanted
By the watchful eye in Life's Dance
By the wisdom found in taking a chance
By the restorative nature of morphing scenes
Or, the genius of Life's Dance, found in her dreams...