Between worlds

Somewhere
Out there in the past
Fires burn
Lighting the sky
In a soft glow
Of warmth
Light filtered between
The silence of the heart
Of the ancestor that sits
Unseen
Yet felt
In between worlds.
The sage crumbles
Turning black the smoke rising
Cleansing
Glow of ash
Blowing gently into
Thin air
Breathing in the night
Speaking words long forgotten
Letting go of everything
From with
Thrown to the sky
As the dream comes into
The sleeping mind
Nourishing with the riches
Of a peace between
Sleep and waking.