I sleep while my brain is Lucid Dreaming, and I see without chains of reality seeming. Some nights I remember so clearly and others my thoughts fee and I fight so dearly. Remembering the odds and ends and then patiently waiting for daylight when creating begins.
Charm the soul from it's journey with your wings of promise of an afterlife of leisure and that soul is surely lost in darkness forever as is the one who charms.
Crows and Seagull make nice in my back yard for a while, showing that sharing bugs can be a nice thing. The high winds at the coast have brought a few Seagulls far inland and the crows try to tolerate their new neighbor but when he gets too greedy they let him know who's the boss of the bug fest.
This jar as well as another was sitting unfinished just waiting on "something" and after acquiring a fabulous piece of raw amethyst cluster of crystals in a jar of broken jewelry rescued from a neighbor hood thrift store, this piece is also finished. You can see the second jar at my gothicretreat blog, or check out my gothb4play shop at etsy.
As I empty out my mind, racing thoughts flushed away. Dreams just beyond my touch make my heavy head sway. Between the dreams let me stay forever but morning finds it's neither and never.
