On my way.
Nerves firing.
Enlivening wonder.
Lifted high.
Where will I go?
Where will it take me?
The truth?
My truth. The Lucid truth of another.
Drop of rain. On my face. Streaming down.
Slowly.
Into the waters below.
Me.
On my way to that place.
It’s a dream. Lucid dream.
I’ve been. I’ve seen. I’ve left.
Back and forth.
I stay nowhere.
It takes me.
There… And….
I Fly.
Yours Truly,
– Wind