DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
Original Design by WMDBASSPLAYER; Story by The Atomic Punk
Dreams, the nightly festivals of hope and freedom. All is right in the netherworld. Thoughts manifest themselves, avatars of wishes and plans. Frugal Squirrel, planning and saving, yet he is quick to panic. A reminder to be wary but not overreact to the slightest change.
Blind Bat, hunting and navigating by echo. Always speak with purpose. You do not have to see to believe. Take a moment to listen to yourself. Joyful rabbit, idling and playing. No need to waste your time worrying. Be wary, though. Look to the corner of your eye now and then.
Lumbering Bear, growling and roaring. You do not have to resort to violence to protect what is yours. Often, proclaiming intention and resolve are deterrent enough.
Fanciful Fawn, an expression of oneself. Whether being true or how one wishes to be perceived. How one feels on the inside or shows to the outside. The want to be at peace in the woodland dreamscape or accepted in the waking world.
The night is coming to an end. In a strange twist, it is the sylvan creatures’ turn to sleep. As I descend to the earth, I can feel the feathers shedding. Clouds give way. Sunrise clears the forest.
Melancholy weighs heavy on my heart. Already, I miss soaring through the twilight. To see it all with such clarity; to be untouchable. I rise to carry hope and freedom into a new day. Even an old horse can dream.
