For Noah...

And So, He Sleeps

He sleeps on a cushioned circle. Surrounded by crystals, sage, dragons and fairies who giggle unbeknownst to him. He is protected by the sleeping Priestess in the other room. And so, this Warrior...this poetic Soldier...finally felt safe to fall into the arms of Dream...

And in This Dream, it felt as though he were still awake. So real. With the exception of Time. It was...almost non-existent. Barefoot he was. Dirt and moss and grass felt beneath his feet. And trees standing tall. Some like sentinels. Others as high as buildings. Countless. And cathedral-like. Standing close, with your ear on the bark...you can hear a soft humming. And yes, the trees do sing...

He smiles. Slowly...widely and wonders what else is Here to discover.

His footsteps echo with the soft shuffling on the invisible path. Yet, there lies no panic nor fear. This place, this In-Between Wood filled with unspoken magic one can only sense in a Dream...greets you with Trust and Awe.

"Follow the beats of your Heart and The Path will unfold."

The voice surprised him and he turned around to see its source but there was no one but He.

Then, he heard something. A faint sound. Like laughter in honey and gold. Followed by a soft murmuring of water being poured endlessly. He closed his eyes and did as instructed, listening to the beats of his heart....the cadence flowing to the soles of his feet and walking became a dance.

Toes felt the water first and he opened his eyes once more. There upon was a vast sea with puffy white clouds. And, a door. Unattached and closed.

"It is Here, You decide The Fate of Your World."

He looked up. In The Trees. On The Ground. No One. Nothing. He sighed.

"Step forth and through. Step unto Me."

The door creaked open and the water, where once was dark as night became bright like a full moon and He stepped into the Light.

First, there was nothing. No colors. Just silence. Then, images formed. It was The World being made. Small like a Star growing bigger, becoming Full. Seeds planted and sprouting. Trees growing towards The Heavens. Animals coupling, wandering, eating. Then, The First People. Arriving full of Song and revelry. Dancing In The Sky. Dancing In The Trees. Dancing In-Between. Next, Man appears. Intermingling with the trees, the animals, everything. At first, it looked as though ALL could exist harmoniously but something changed. Man forgot to Dance. Man wanted More....

So, skyscrapers were built on the tops of trees. Animals were no longer revered but slaughtered and eaten. And The First People were forgotten, became part of Myth and were forced to exist only in Dreams.

He witnessed all this with tears streaming down his face, his heart broken and shattered, his head burrowing deep into his hands...but, He Remembered.

When he opened his eyes, the sunlight peeked through the window with a blue sky high above.  The Priestess came in with a tray and a smile. She set it on the floor next to him and asked, "How did you sleep?"

He smiled and replied, "Had the most incredible dream but before I share it with you, I must ask you this important question:
          Would you like to Dance?"

The Priestess stood quietly, saying nothing.
She just held out her hand....
And smiled.
And so,
       They Danced...