The Bridge of Dreams
Last night I journeyed in my sleep to an unknown place.
It was a distant galaxy, and all was still.
The sound that softly reached my ears was singing,
not with recognizable words,
but angelic voices
that sang in a melodic wave
that did not require language.
It was older than time itself,
an ancient melody,
formed before language existed.
The Music's energy surrounded me,
caressing me gently in a blanket sound,
I felt at peace.
I approached a bridge,
not a visible bridge of bricks and mortar
the bridge seemed woven out of starlight.
A magnetic force drew me onto its magical path,
but I had no visible body.
I was just energy making my way along the starlit overpass.
I stopped when I had reached the center of the bridge
and down, I looked.
I could see my hands resting on the starlit structure,
but I was only an outline;
I was not flesh and bone,
I was effervescent starlight.
I was moving my limbs through the blackness surrounding me,
a trail of lights and energy emitted from
the essence of imagined fingertips.
My movements were soft,
like the swaying of a mermaid dancing in
the depths of a starlight sea.
At my feet,
I found a basket that the universe's guardians
had placed there just for me.
It was a basket of stars.

I let my fingers linger amongst the mystical beams of light
I grasped them as you would a handful of flower petals.
I tossed the heavenly beams
into the unknown galaxy,
and immediately Darkness was no more.
The stars burst into life with colors brighter than I had ever seen
or could imagine.
The falling stars were
the magic that dreams are made of,
as I scattered the starlight,
they illuminated the Darkness
with hope and happiness,
inspiration,
and love.
As my mind settled deeper
My breathing rhythmically slowed,
I knew I was beckoned here to explore.
Imagination is our most valuable asset.
The universe has provided a blackboard,
an expansive canopy,
just waiting for us
to dream,
create,
and invent.
To shine our light where there is Darkness,
to sprinkle our starlight,
to pave the way for blissful dreams
to be the architecture
on which we build
our waking reality.

Katrina recently shared this poem with Dallisa, CEO of Spirit & Spark, and we were moved by it and decided to share it here.

Katrina Jadkowski is a dreamer. Born just outside of London, England, her life experiences range from mundane and somewhat ordinary corporate positions to darn right unique.
Fact is stranger than fiction! Katrina rode Elephants on a circus in Spain, sailed the high seas, and was sawn in half twice nightly in a Las Vegas magic show. Adventures have always been part of this storyteller’s life. She is the owner and creator of https://heartmeltcreations.com/