Dream inspired poetry by Valley Reed © 5/20
Swan Comet photo by Damion PeachThere is a point of power,
in the palm of my hand.
Difficult to hold,
flowing through like sand.
Sacred words are spoken,
and seeds of intention land.
The stale air is broken,
but I’ll grow to understand.
Truth instead,
now hangs in the air.
My heart open,
to what is said.
My eyes catch,
golden lights glistening.
I felt spirits rising….
….and I am listening.
I take it within,
And wrap it up tight.
It gets in from the tear
between wrong and right.
In a deeper sense of the truth,
I am dreaming.
Like a comet’s tail,
The sky shined through me.
Awaken the Sacred Dream 