flames dance
jagged lines, patterns
into the starry night.
People--
swirl, dance
in a trance
around the Bon
He rises up--
out of ash
made of cinder with
burning eyes
he reaches out and
grabs the moon,
hands it to me,
right out of the sky. "
This one is about a dream I had. First of all, dreaming, for me, is incredibly unusual. I have either nightmares or a soundless, dreamless sleep. So, this dream really struck out to me and stuck in my head. I was at this... bon fire of sorts? And there were ghosts dancing around the fire. I was the only person there. The night was the perfect shade of dark blue with stars and moon shining bright. Then the fire died out and turned into a person who rose up out of the ashes. The person was male and appeared to be elementally made of fire. Then he reached up into the sky, grabbed the moon and handed it to me. It's by far one of my favourite dreams, it's also the only dream I've had all semester.
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