CHANGING DREAMS

Hush my naked heart and see
beyond the looming pillars of eternity.

The words are an exposed vision once buried
within the gossamer sarcophagus of my shear sanity
about an enchanted mirage conjured through a windswept brush of fancy's gale
taking me to forbidden isles of lucid whispers,
so jeweled of crystalline truths and luscious eloquence —
floating upon quixotic ripples in a sea of starburst melodies
seeping into my frail and begging senses with a surreal song
till I can't help, but tremble from a stunned sip of life's sweetest nectar.

Then, when a single heart stroke climaxes in a thunderous shudder
leaving me utterly soaked with a transcending sweat of spiritual elixir,
an awakening radiates from the ambrosia of a visionary Elysium dew,
surrendering me to new paralysis of mind and soul, till I am reborn.

Becoming a mere pulsating wisp of greater reality —
a weightless, phantom feather floating towards unborn horizons
eagerly joining a different mural of luminosity.

Despite the myths I have feared, my journey never kills, nor stains,
for I am now a phoenix rising from discovery's golden ashes
where I can swim the light, heretofore unknown —
submerged into the mercurial refuge of my formerly veiled essence.

Moving so effortlessly, along the path that was once a phobia,
bliss an opiate wondrously mesmerizing and addictive
as I imbibe infatuation's sway that I have learned to worship and call,
changing dreams.