I wrote this after a sweet dream that I wish I could go back to. I also used to sleepwalk as a child.
“I’ve lived the life of a sleepwalker,
walked left and right – was a tight talker.
No one could rescue me from within my dream Turn me around and back to bed again.
Dreams full of hell, the wretched and beasts, running out of time, falling, and the deceased.
It took 10 years to wake up from that slumber, woke up, died, reborn with new wonder.
I found myself walking by a lake under trees, shrouded and cloaked- away from disease.
The adult mind can lock, and inner child should be rescued. I’ve let her out, hugged her, and told her “I’ve missed you.”
-T
Lunisolar Theory 