Dreams

Dancing, Twirling, Jumping
Under the full moonlight
Rays illuminating the oak grove

Clockwise they move around him
The air becomes hazy with a white luminescence
The shimmering light fed by the moon
Fed by the dancers
Standing in the middle, hands raised above his head
He gathers the power to him
Feeling like he is controlling a hurricane
The man shuts his eyes and focuses then releases
As he opens his eyes
The man finds himself in a church
From behind the pulpit he sees them
The people wait for his sermon