I am a messenger,  a soft wing upon a glowing silver night. Within dreams I walk, bare feet upon rocks and moss, crystal citadels rise from subconcious seas, beautiful and titantic, refelctcions of the child, wonder and tall tales.
On star dust pillars i dance with fevor sweeping a psychedelic array of color with every intuitive step.
I drink tempests from teacups, swallow whole storms of tropical tenacity.
I meet with wizards place to place,  gather stories songs and bitter sweet good byes.
I am a messenger of no importance. Impotent against the tides yet powerful when I let go and ride.