Dancing in the dreamworld
The wind blows
it's so cold
something calls through it.
The wind tugs
at my hair
tangles... blows it
across my eyes.
Biting at my face,
my neck, my hands.
every bit of exposed skin.
It runs through my clothes
chilling me.
I'm cold, but inside,
I'm warm, glowing.
My heart is suddenly
happy, weightless,
and I want to dance
with the million
falling snowflakes.
Dancing like
suddenly silver
glittering white stars
blown this way and that
by swirling wind
twirling in
forever happy circles.
I am a snowflake,
a raindrop,
a butterfly glittering.
A beam of light
rainbow-colored
from a prism.
I am a human, dancing.
Yet at the same moment,
a sapling swaying
to early spring's
warm breezes.
A deer prancing
Across a meadow of flowers
like a million thousand
uncut polished gems.
I am human in form,
my soul is partially
human too, I think.
But in my dreams,
sleeping, I am so much more.
I can become
whatever, and dance.
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