Mystic Dream

Scented breeze of night-blooming jasmines
on a mild October night.
A veil of mist gives the night its mystic flow.
Fireflies glitter to the song of night birds.
Covert secrets will be revealed
transmitted in choirs of silent echos
The lake mirrors the moon’s white glow.
Delivered boosts from angelic realms
but like an iridescent soap bubble
it will not last
for time elopes dragging-away the vision
since dawn’s almost upon the door.

Through divine hand secrets are revealed
and when we awake
the message will be long forgotten.
It will seem as if nothing’s happened,
just a lovely mystic dream
but a rare transmission has taken place.
Maybe you forgot the message
of that vivid-mystic dream
but your subconscious has the uploads.