China Jon's Syncretic Journal

At first I failed my search for sleep,
and in my bed I tightly curled,
not knowing when a sleep so deep
took me gently around the world.

I thought I heard you calling,
and found my soul, through clouds was flying!
I wondered why I was not falling,
tumbling, screaming, crashing dying?

I could hear a thunder drumming,
and see an angel singing for us.
I just knew my death was coming,
and prepared to join the chorus!

But no! The thunder was inside my heart.
This was a beautiful second chance.
This dream would not tear us apart.
We would continue our loving dance.

I flew down, the wind was howling,
carried by an angel's wing,
down through forests dark and growling,
to alight, a new born king.