Lullaby Night

Before the night the dream was a whispered sigh deep in this heart of mine. A
sigh, a moan, thoughts turning, spinning and carrying me closer to the night when
dreams were to be cast off as a smile that fades and evaporates in the heat of day.
Before the night, I was as I am not.

Ah, the night, the time of freedom; of dreams unbound by thoughts and wisdoms
now tossed to the tumbling mirth of clouds on high. The night: Whispered kisses
and a moonlit tear, cast not to the ground but to the universe to give birth to but a
new star of hope and magic as the heart sings the songs most hidden.

Songs of the heart. sung in silence, sung in rapture as the meadows become the
playgrounds of spirits and fairies unseen. Flowers, their dance hidden from mortal
eyes, kiss their sweet scents upon wayward breezes. Flowers: Beacons of delight
cast in hidden memories, always but a dream away.

Songs and dreams, now blended into this dream song of soft lips and gentle
touches, given under the night sky as stars blink to this heartbeat of love. Songs
and dreams, here, in the night, are now the universe�s own. A lullaby of need, a
lullaby of thoughts of her eyes so loving look to me from in my night.

This ain�t the sky above, this is the window to the universe my heart roams when
the windows are open to dream of the songs  held back. Darkness I find not as the
moon smiles down to me her needs and lustings of pure moonbeam childern who,
with tender laughings, dance with flowers in the meadows of my dreams.

Lullaby night, the time she reaches out from in her dreams, waking me up deep in
my slumbering so that, this Goddess of swirling thought, may carry me deeper into
the universe with her haunting songs of love. She touches my hear, and the dream
has become all there is to be within. Songs of her, given to me.

The song of her, knowing no name in this heart of mine, picks me up and carries
me to rolling clouds so very far above. Castles of moisture she builds with me as
the night encompasses but a thought, casting it accross the sky in a blazing trail of
glory and need. Golory and need: The songs she sings.