The little creatures fly around my bed at night they fly, higher and higher almost as if there is no ceiling the little wings flutter like a hummingbird, zipping back and forth Darkness, surrounds all of them as they dance the sounds of a buzz Buzzing little circles the creatures of the night fly, The creatures of the night visit my dreams, enter my sleep through there buzz, I can see them dancing higher and higher They talk to me tell me things about my life as they circle endlessly walking inside and out of my dreams it is there duty the sacred little creatures that fly From a time before modern man they come to people tell them stories of time, fill our hearts of a life we do not know Make us think into the future, the creatures bleed our minds of the days It is there jobs, the old ones say, to take the sorrow out of life and fill the days with joy, happiness and tears of delight The sacred creatures that can fly come to us in the nights withering away as our dreams pass into a new day and our thoughts clear slowly they fly higher and higher like a distant star in someone else's galaxy until the night has slowly passed, and our thoughts begin to re-awaken Just remember the sacred fly, he is the one who keeps you dreaming March 3, 1998 12:23am ©1997
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