Gentle wind touched my cheek
breathing softly.
Whispering caresses danced over me
rippling my hair
stroking my skin
lulling me.

I slept.

Gentle wind rolled me over
and over
fluttering , leaf like
rising and falling
billowing.

I dreamed.

I soared on the wings of elation
and touched,for a moment,
the soft tranquility of peace,
and in the silence of my mind
I felt a soft insistence
a silent probing
that touched my soul
and filled me with longing.

The edge of eternity lay before me
beckoning with shining eyes
and I undulated
gently
to and fro
reaching out with tendrils of myself.

Searching

The edge of perception
lay always out of reach
veiled in the mists of forgetfulness
flashing impressions
too vague to recognize
and remember

too long ago

I awoke.