The spotlight fades, the curtain falls;
I lay in the dark, close my eyes
And play audience to a celestial symphony of my very own.
Brilliantly lit stars scuttle across
with barely contained urgency.
Trying to find their way home in the dark;
Seeking their designated spot;
Collapsing, colliding, alligning;
Finally coming to a stand still;
To form a pattern - a semblance of home;
Playing their part in the constellation.
Lo and behold, a planet clothed in flaming orange
Darts acroos the sky, pauses to catch it's breath;
Then explodes - into a million little fragments;
Breathtaking, brutal and brilliant, all at once.
Dreams waiting to be sought, seen, serenaded;
And I wake up - to a new show, a new stage, new actors
and yet another spin around the sun!
I woke up from this dream on the morning of the 1st of January 2016 and something inside me shifted a little.
