Untitled XI

Calm your legs.
Allow yourself to sink
into weightlessness.

Hush now; to another realm
you go, quietly slipping into
sleeps sweet embrace.

Past gates, splashed golden sheen,
through corridors lit with
brilliant moons,
casting shadows,
long beyond days need for rest.

Where is your splendid ticket
to the land of distorted perception.

A colorful whimsy, made magic
by the mind wandering through
thickets inhabited with faces and voices.
Brain waves form dense
patterns, color-shocked into moving pictures.

In dreams we are all, and we are one.