Asleep before the celebration arrives,
Drifting through dreams,
New memories as yet unrealized.
Slivers of imagination
Fluttering away to secret nooks of darkness.
Walking through midnight spaces
That hibernate until eyelids close and minds dissolve,
Then burst awake,
into exotic avenues,
Brimming with intrigue.
Dreams conjured by a capricious master,
Soft dreams, sensual, wild with passion,
into desperate flights
On wingless arms,
Unseen hands dragging the dreamer down,
A vertiginous ride into empty worlds of terror.
By act of will, demons are banished on this eve.
Sleep as old as childhood, as new as the next breath,
Sanctuary found in unconscious grottos
Filled with shimmering pools of blessings.
Energy gathered like
Harvested to feed a new year of tomorrows.