The Sleepwalkers Journey Begins

The coastal plateau lies high above the Ocean of Dreams,
The headlands sloping down through silky moonlit dunes,
Becoming cool green grasslands,
White wildflowers glow beneath the silvery moon.

A sleepwalker wanders barefoot,
Their hands gently skim the grass tops as they walk,
A distant wolf howls and, as if summoned,
The darkness of night begins to soften,
Giving way to a beautiful golden morning sky,

White cranes silently glide past overhead.
The wanderer walks on, eyes closed and blissful,
In the distance a dark forest lies brooding,
Ominous and uninviting,
The sleeper is spared that part of the journey tonight,
The forest awaits them at another time,
On their next sleep journey.

Before they reach the shadows at the forest edge,
They sit and gently lay back in the long grass,
Feeling the warmth of old memories and the embrace of the sun,
They slowly begin to fade into transparency, vanishing,
Only to awaken once more in the lands they hail from,
Far beyond the dreaming sea.