Quietly walking the dreaming sands

The sweet floral scent
of blue lotus flowers,
rides on the night breeze.

Warm golden sands
Are a soft powder under bare feet,
They rise gently upwards
becoming domed dune peaks.

Beyond which lays
A velvety black
star-studded sky.

As a full moon slumbers,
vivid,
white,
and luminous,

Beams shimmer
Across the sands
like glittering diamonds.

A calming silence settles here,
creating a sense of distance
From the constant
whispering call
of the ocean of dreams.

This dreamscape is safe,
Here the sleeper can walk freely,
This realm is for the hurt,
the weary,
and the broken.

Its misty confines
offer protection,
A private place to heal.

So sleep now,
and awaken healed,
replenished,
in the morning sun.