• I am running through the mist, not knowing nor caring where I end up.
    I spread my arms wide to the coming wind, letting it surround me as I flee.
    A bright light flashes around me, I emerge from it, surrounded by a wood, the moon shining brightly above.
    I run through the leaves, they're whispering as I leave them behind.
    I came to a clearing and spun in a circle, my eyes closed.
    The world swirling around me, different images coming and going.
    Flowers tickle my ankles, and the scent of fresh grass lifts my spirits high.
    I am spinning, spinning, spinning.
    I open my eyes to be surrounded by my dreamscape, the clouds high.

    Critique it all you wish, I will welcome your comments so I can become better.