Last night, I dreamed and left my body
Or, so it seemed, but in reality only left my bed and home
For a meadow of my own
There I wore a long white robe
My hair was tightened in a coil
I wore no shoes on my feet.
And it must’ve been morning, for
The skies were young and bright
Like a child-in the spring of life-
Or rather in the spring of day
I could hear the sparrows whistle
Clear and fair to my ears
And I heard a Lady calling
I looked and thither a Lady standing
She lengthened her slender arms
And I leapt merrily to them
Yet, before I could touch her, she shut them.
Holding up a hand in council and
Gesturing to a sparkling stream,
She bid me bathe my face
And I knelt and rinsed off all the paint
Whilst she loosened my tresses,
So round my shoulders they fell.
And I felt a desire to go further
And slipped the dress from my shoulders
Shame didst flush my face
But the woman merely smiled and pressed me to her bosom
And sang a chant of blessings
Covering my face in tender kisses
Then disappeared into the forest
And I knelt there, bare upon the grass
Longing for my weird and wonderful Lady
I heard the murmur of the stream
And it was akin to the cadence of the Lady’s voice.
And I dove beneath the waters
Letting it purify me over
Then I stood upon the Earth
And the sun’s glow rested on me,
Drying the jewel drops from my body
As warm and tender as the Lady’s lips on my skin
I stretched out on the land
And closed my eyes and flexed my hands
The land was soft and firm as the Lady’s belly
I felt cradled in my Mother’s arms
And drifted back to my home
Away from my meadow
To the realm of cities and cars

this was beautiful, gorgeous imagery!