The Farther Side of Dreaming

We meet there in that other place,
The farther side of dreaming.
There we dance and twirl together
To create a golden whirlpool.
Spinning, catapulting out in all directions,
Metallic colored stars of dazzling greens and blues
Yellow, orange and violet hues,
So deep they feed the hunger of the soul.
Ride those stars away, away
To who knows where.
Ride iridescent paths to infinite distances.
Then carry back, with tender care,
The magic talisman
And leave it here for me to find
On the waking edge of dreaming,.