Falling Into the Sky

There's a chance when in darkness of falling into the sky.
The danger, I believe, lies in the lingering of conciousness upon
the heavens. Hours caught up in the longing , eyes cast to the stars
and breathing, dreaming, believing. Need and imagination,
captured visions of fairytale magic, waltzing within your heart and mind.
Enchantment can lift you and carry you away
on the fanciful wings of the dream. Once captured and taken
the dreamer is helpless to deny the drawing of the night sky upon her thoughts.
The evening hours illuminated by starlight are spent
in an endless calling to step out upon the veranda
and watch again, wish again, wait again.
Sparkling and twinkling and flashing upon the darkened velvet drop,
like some golden code begging for the knowing eye,
shine for the dreamer, shine for the believer,
shine for the patient gazer.
And thoughts, wishes, dreams are cast down and formed,
molded into the fabric of the mind. They drip down slowly
and embed their ties into the heart so that nothing of the earth below
can hope to dissever the bond between.
The long warm arms of the heavenly sentinals beckon and spell.
Weaving in whispers, "Come and sail on my silvery dream".
In the riddle of starlight and the darkness of space
there is a fairytale awaiting you.
Reaching and pulling you to take the dance into your smile,
engrave the reflection into your eyes
and carry the passion with you forever.

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