The Dance of Sirius

A poem for those who dream with their eyes open.

I lay my head down to sleep,
Dreams calling from the deep.

Still awake...I see a light,
Wisdom shining through the night.

Sirius seeking those who peer,
Some only look, but few will hear.

I watch Him dancing in the expanse;
Where some see stillness, I see dance.

They may think me delirious…
But I know the Dance of Sirius.

[scribbled underneath the page: "If this is insanity, then I don't want to be sane"]