Mind Shadows

In dreams,

Mind flies without wings;

Thoughts rise and rise as

Shadowy Things,

that come and go

in circles round and forth—

Performing magic or horror

on Mind screen

like a puppet-show;

kaleidoscoping, crystallizing

         me m o r i e s;

             glimpses,

into a darkness,

forgotten long ago.

Mind remembers and releases

the Golden Child within;

The Child with dreadful, dappled fears—

                     When did those fears begin?

Mind takes Child by hand and spins

through Time’s gyroscope to find:

Child must face

the Monsters hiding,

in the Forest of her Mind.

Mind hugs Child,

crying inside,

tells her:

Let Shadows Out To Play—

free Mind to fly,

refuse to let,

the Monsters

rule the day.

©Knightwriter, April 4, 2013