Night Travels

Just a little astral projection

Sweet Dreams

May falls behind us as we tumble into summer the dream of downtime and family time cast large on the screen of our eyes finding new spaces to grow and to be the sweet call of summer moving through us in dreams - Caroline A. Slee

Dreams Return

Survival is not enough in the span of everything breathing free is a gift a bliss we forget until we begin the slow suffocation of the air as it fails us dreams return quiet or unspoken a secret we keep to ourselves casting our circle smaller to guard that small flame - Caroline A. Slee

Sinking Cities #MondayBlogs

Photo by Rachel Xiao on Pexels.com Our dreams were too heavy a burden unbearable weighing down the world with each ponderous step Our dreams were too heavy sinking beneath the waves an endless drowning figure ghostlike in the gloom Our dreams were too heavy sinking cities, tearing down the stars etched upon our hearts as … Continue reading Sinking Cities #MondayBlogs

The Chase

Rest will come with dreams of the air a peace we chase with our eyes shut tight ~ Caroline A. Slee

The Sandman #FolkloreThursday

Photo by Skylar Kang on Pexels.com Dreams were not simply dreams but a wish and a hope cast over us as we slept the sandman delivering blessings to a sleeping world oblivious to the magic at hand reaping only the sweet reward - Caroline A. Slee

Lucid Dreaming

Photo by Александар Цветановић on Pexels.com Somewhere within the wakefulness we journey through the dreams reshaping fantasy with reality molding every vision that we've seen We cast aside the reckless freedom and the rest our bodies seek to force our will onto imagination holding control high above our peace Somewhere within our wakefulness our dreams … Continue reading Lucid Dreaming

Flying

As night falls I am carried Outside of self A bird's eye view Of my own struggle to rest Breath sends me floating Lifting me above As mind seeks to pull me Back into the mire My heart beats the rhythm My limbs melt through air As dreams begin to reach for me To tell … Continue reading Flying

Slate

We begin to dream our dreams As the slate is washed clean A blank canvas inviting change As we dive in beyond our depth Shifting ourselves outside of comfort Finding strength in the unknown We call into the darkness A challenge we rise to meet The slate is clean Inviting the image we create And … Continue reading Slate

In dreaming fields

Lavender blooms And bows in the the breeze In dreaming fields As our steps slow down And the bees make their travels Spreading life as they go In dreaming fields Where we rest our bones The sun shines gently A forgiving star In dreaming fields As our eyes drift closed And the sky watches over … Continue reading In dreaming fields