child cat window

In the darkest, sweet moment of the night,
the whispers of angels call to the inner child to play.
Creating this magical space
of light and colors,
sounds and mystery.
Powerful silence whispering in the mind’s eye
and released into the space
of illumination and imagination.
Who can sleep?

Breath keeps time
with the inner music
in depth and sweeping rhythms.
Dive into the cavern and cave
of the infinite whimsy of laughter
and joy to be.
Rainbows dance
across the strips of time,
of spaces imagined,
yet so real and clear to touch the heart.
Who can sleep?

Awake with the muses,
I dance with the moment
being reborn and release from the past,
illuminated with trust in self and the universe. ~jh