Floating with Panthers
When the dark comes,
I let the black panther
of night guide me
to a resting
heartbeat.
Muscles slacken,
breathing becomes a
whisper
and I float.
The night brings
beginnings –
emerging, warped
worlds.
Imagined triumphs with
gold dusted spears
lead me to new levels
and ever-expanding
circles –
jewel dream tornadoes.
The night brings
my feet to this place
of mist
and the fractured real,
where birds land on
my shoulder
and speak –
where I seek
and seek.
Cristina M. R.
Norcross
Copyright 2012
This poetry overlay began as a writing prompt, "When the dark comes, I
..." I started with that one line, and then allowed myself to drift on a
journey to where dreams go - to where the subconscious creates wondrous
adventures for the sleeping body and the wakeful mind. This poem is my
journey through a dreamland. What will your dream be tonight?
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