Midnight Butterfly

by Valley Reed

 

Rise into infinity,

Come away with me,

Come away with me.

 

Midnight Butterfly 

wild and free,

show me possibilities.

 

Giant wings alight my crown.

My head in flight,

and my feet on the ground.

 

Enter the infinite,

beyond inhibitions.

No prerequisite

for dream exhibitions.

 

Free to roam

and wander around,

explore the mundane,

reveal the profound.

 

Dimensions of dreaming,

flooding my mind.

depths of meaning,

wise and kind.

 

Dream memories land

on fluttery wings. 

Beyond understanding 

the order of things.

 

Midnight butterfly flight

visit my dreams, 

guide me tonight…

 

Wisdom wings

of the soul kind,

open my mind.

 

Travel far 

on intentions set, 

Discovering where

you haven’t been yet.

 

Creative winds 

are expected to blow.

Remembering how 

to forget what you know. 

 

Rise into infinity

Come away with me,

Come away with me.

 

Midnight butterfly

take me dreaming

From a sight so high,

reality is streaming.

 

Butterfly flight 

in dreams tonight,

take me where

you want to go.

 

Show me your wings,

covered in all things

artful and mysterious. 

Show me places 

marvelous and curious.

 

Set course for

the upper realm.

Whisper your magic spell,

with love at the helm.

 

A place where spirit dwells 

in the unseen world,

let my wings unfurl.

A place my soul delights

and vision swirls,

let dreams take flight.

Bird Goddess

BirdGoddess
“Raven” by Susan Seddon Boulet

Words from a Dream Visitor…

The crone cradles her cauldron with care and precision. Inside is held the mysteries yet untold and the transformative powers of death. She wears a bone mask from the head of a bird, a black cape covers her, so that the bird mask appears to dance about in the darkness.

She peers into the depth of the cauldron, a liquid brew of past, present and future. The glimmer of moonlight shimmers across the darkness held within. She leans in with her bird skull and begins to drink up the mysteries brewing there. She is drinking in the mysteries to become a vessel. Her womb no longer bleeds and the seeds of life, have all been washed away on rivers of blood and moonlight. Now she is left with darkness, and emptiness. Emptiness from the children she has raised, who now live their own lives. Emptiness staring down at her as the last phase of  her life takes shape from the creative potential of darkness.

She is thirsty for what remains of her life and drinks up the mystery inside her. There are stories held there of experience and wisdom, presence and passion, courageous destroying and tender creating. She travels her inner worlds with ease and her journeys take her on paths of power, where she finds the cauldron of death and birth bubbling over with sorrow and laughter. She is able to drink it all in.

Valley Reed Copyright 2017