The Dream

Waiting to be in the cradle that sways beyond time

To reach out to the farthest dreams before anyone can

The verdant and azure images feel like a dream painting

In a new light, born again, from a reverie

Just being awake did not feel right to the soul

Wishing to be cradled again- the fluent feel gives hope

A different melody, mesmeric time of revelation

Not a break from reality, but a continuity weave

It’s a dream of reaching out to the soul of this universe

Cosmic waves cradle life in a sympathetic way

Dream of kissing the stars and witnessing their radiance

Now, without repentance, the sleep is supreme


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