Calling softly
I hear the sound
That beckons me
Beyond myself
To an open door
Through
A “brilliant” dark
I fear no more
Bathed in peacefulness
Buoyant
In the darkness
Drifting
To an unseen destination
Mesmerized by rolling shapes
Weaving
Like Dragons weave
Through nights shadow
Waiting
For that
Brief
Transitory moment
Permitting
Absorption
Into the Mystic
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