Awakened
I feel her presence.
a brilliant star
in a black eternal sky

she hovers

that shiny shadow
like a tiffany moth

it seems she's trying
to decide a place to land

as she whirls
and waltzes...
elusive
diaphanous

sometimes
in the night
we feel her
hear her gentle hum

she is the dream
who wakes us
with a start
and then
is still

she is the fog
that is our breaths
pouring in
as we inhale
then drifting out.

she is a tease
a temptress

like an exotic eastern dancer
behind a filmy veil
she's just a breath away

a part of life
the other side

in those darkest
stillest hours
that hushed time
between
the worlds of dark
and light

she's just above
just around
swirling
flitting
changing partners

"May I have this dance?"

she takes a hand
and leads the soul
onto the dance floor
where it pirouettes

freely

separate from its fleshly burden
soft and circling

she smiles  
all is well

once more she has a partner

I sleep again
my soul intact
having not yet
learned the dance