Expanded Consciousness

Now dark clouds have passed, We're conversing by pure pools Of light, in a language No- one but us can comprehend. All the glowing words we utter Seem to have myriad meanings. We trace life's strange tapestries And textures like hungry artists Looking for a hint of The forbidden and the exotic. Crystal dreams are drifting In and out of our consciousness. Slow burning visions merge With the night's soft secrets Fragile leaves of gold and green Gently fall, like flakes of snow, From sacred trees; out of season. We try to hold on to Every feathered moment But our grip is still too strong.