What are dreams but a collection of snapshots of the days events or an album of a life well spent in transit from dawn to eternity, a place of sacred truths and trusts in unity.
Many times I have entered into this silence of sleep as a new born soul needing rest not joining in on the journey's quest. But now and again my conscious takes over and the roller coaster of my mind takes flight into the long and sometimes starless night.
At once there are sparks and electric lights that bath my soul with a luminous light transforming random thoughts into a play of sorts - a sorting out of sorts.
I wonder where reality begins when thoughts are hatched and life begins. A place to which we go to rest or is it just a nightly nest that gives us new birth everyday a fresh new morn in which to play.
Behold at once the unicorn that runs with truth, a single horn - a solace swift, a wonder born of needs to be our own true morn.
Come then now and take me sleep, fashion me my own true deep and endless love of life and time that gives me all I ask in rhyme ...
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