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She drifts, lovingly, into the arms of MORPHEUS, down, down
into that MAGICAL, world of sleep. In sleep, all things are
possible, and all dreams are true. In sleep...she can walk
the earth or glide the heavens...her mind now released, her
body free, her SPIRIT unfettered. This now,...is the time,
of the "MAGICAL DREAMS".
Her eyes are closed and on her lips a gentle smile. She now
drifts deeper into sleep...music enters the dream, softly,
gently, pulling her further into the world of SLEEP. It's
delicate melody begins to curl itself around her. There
is MAGIC in the music for only in music, possessing a magical
quality can the dreams BEGIN. The music fills the air it's
haunting notes, which were created with love, radiate outward,
in waves of ecstactic rapture.
The vision opens onto a wide meadow...with trees of many hues,
and flowers running rampant thru the field of silky emerald grass.
She is barefoot and as she moves thru the meadow, the fragrance
of the flowers permeates the air, blending itself into a perfume
of pure delight. It saturates her skin, with its scent and goes
deep into her body, until she too, is as a flower, exuding her
own perfume. She picks some flowers to weave into her long
flowing hair and moves forward, further into the dream.
Butterflies drift lazily thru the air, their colors are
irridescent and shimmer as they fly. Luminous purples, pinks,
reds, yellows, orange are blended into their wings and they
glide in gentle movements, as if in a dance,....just for her.
She opens her arms to invite them and to draw them closer.
They alite on her open hands and flutter their wings, and some
weave themselves into her hair, to make a crown now, of total
enchantment, and with their wings they intertwine themselves
amongst the flowers she has placed there.
Slowly she moves across the meadow, a breeze carress's her skin,
it touches her with its gentle fingertips, laying upon her skin,
delights of softness, as if in a kiss. Its soothing quality adds
to the magic. Now she is enfolded by the magic of the dream, and
as the melody of the song drifts thru the air, she begins to dance.
Her body in perfect rhythm with the song, she looks like a nymph
from some mythical world of make-believe. But this is real, for
all dreams are real, as is, the dreamer of the dream. For without
the DREAMER there can be no DREAM.
Her arms sway in graceful motions, her feet follow the melody,
and altho it is a melody never heard before by her, the
intrinsic nature of her being, can fortell the "way of the song",
before it is heard. The melody is precieved, in advance, in her
SPIRIT. She dances in perfect harmony, with her face lifted up
to the heavens, to drink in the beauty of all she sees. White
clouds splashed against a turquoise blue sky, fill her eyes with
its lovliness, and golden rays of warm sunshine glitter on her,
as she dances.
She dances on, the DREAM now,..almost fufilled. She is FREE, she
is carried along. She is lifted by the melody...by her SPIRIT,
by all that was created in her dream. She...is all that exists
now in the dream,...herself and the captivating scene of delight,
that the "MAGICAL DREAM" gave forth to her.
She will return, again, once more, to drift and dream. For only
in dreams can one be set free, to enter this world, in which you
ride on currents of the mind and SPIRIT and taste the exlixer of
the magic hidden deep inside of each SPIRIT. For it is given to
ALL, freely. You must
only know, that it is there, and ask the SPIRIT within, to bring it forth. For only BEAUTY and LOVELINESS, does the SPIRIT know, therefore,...that is all "IT" can create.
The time of awakening is approaching, she smiles in her sleep,
for the dream is completed now, but tomorrow, she shall dream
again. What shall a new dream bring? She knows not, except,
it shall be full of BEAUTY, woven of MAGIC, with a MELODY of
delight. Her eyelashes fluttter, the dream is fading, but her
heart is full of LOVE. She opens her eyes, the room is filled
with a mysterious fragrance. For she has carried back with
her, the exquiste perfume of the dream. The DREAM was REAL!
SKYANGEL
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