Expanded Consciousness Poem by DM W

Now dark clouds have passed,
We're conversing by pure pools
Of light, in a language
No- one but us can comprehend.
All the glowing words we utter
Seem to have myriad meanings.
We trace life's strange tapestries
And textures like hungry artists
Looking for a hint of
The forbidden and the exotic.
Crystal dreams are drifting
In and out of our consciousness.
Slow burning visions merge
With the night's soft secrets
Fragile leaves of gold and green
Gently fall, like flakes of snow,
From sacred trees; out of season.
We try to hold on to
Every feathered moment
But our grip is still too strong.