Tonight I spin the dreams upon the winds

The strands of stories untold mingling and clinging to one another as they glide from lips to winds to hearts and minds, grasping upon the meandering thoughts of young children and aged crones.

Tonight the contours of the mind cascade down the dream fields of yesterday and tomorrow and the eons of no time at all.

The night time murmurs of my thoughts enliven me and tonight I am alive. Tomorrow unknown and that excites me.