Dream Weaver in Skyelord

At the close of the day the sun sits low in the sky, The birds are singing softly bringing in the dusk and the music in my mind calls out on its journey home to the one who loves me.

Each day my heart yearns to give you more, each kiss brings back the memory of the last and when I sleep holds my joy.

My wings unfold and slowly they stretch out my arms reaching up gathering the suns rays letting it flow in to me, building energy to a peak. My wings move backward and forward setting the grass around me into motion taking a step forward I take to the air. Beneath my feet the ground drops away and my spirit leaps as once more as I take to the sky, I gently climb and I'm able to see my surroundings.

The meadows of golden corn below waving, moving to and fro like an ocean of yellow. The fields of grass moving like a sea of green rippling as the breeze lazes amongst its stems. the river that runs to the sea magnificent silver running invitingly thru the villages and dales, the children playing in the lanes heading for home the song of the bird drifts in on the night breeze before you sleep

I fly in a world that has forgotten who we are where only the children still dream of us talk to us. once we were many and watched over you, now we are few, and I, I am the dream weaver flying into the night to cast my dust into your eyes Letting you rest and place a dream in your mind.

As you sleep I watch you smile and if you are troubled I rest my hand upon your brow taking away your fears and for you my beloved Im always here beside you, my lips touching yours as light as a breeze my fingers touch your face as lightly as a feather following its contours returning again to your lips

A tear of my joy falls upon your face your hand reaches up and holds it for just a moment letting it dry upon your fingers you hand falling to rest in mine the night is now quiet and the birds resting silent now is the night my breathing matching yours my arm resting over your waist my body giving warmth I close my eyes in joy.

Outside the window once more the birds sing the daybreaks and the mists of a new day roll away I stand in the light of the sun drawing in its energy my wings unfold as I once more look at you sleeping

I place one more kiss upon your lips place your hand to my heart letting you feel its beat and as I step to the window your eyes open my wings unfold and I am gone again, till the night till I weave another dream

Skyelord