In A Dream

In a dream,
I see the stars,
growing ever closer,
and I start to fall towards them
sinking, sinking, sinking,
and they let me in.


Accepting me, as I am
to shine among their number,
the stars are there
the bright light around me
natural and pure,
at one with creation.


Stars, bright and coloured
no longer a distant thought
present, around me
not light years away
but right here,
right now.

The End

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