Dreams
DREAMS
Consciousness drifts,
into a mental hidden hollow,
awareness becomes a shadow,
fading to then follow,
Mind and spirit,
echo their call,
for an adventure beyond,
a magical, mysterious, misty wall.
A creation of a sensation,
directed by senses and thought.
Turning and twisting reality,
maybe partial insanity
Imagination has no dimension,
featuring a fantasy in full flight,
of feelings and sight,
where ever you dare.
Hands of time upon the moon,
tired stars calling the sun, soon.
Floating into a cloudy pillow,
awakening, with reality to follow
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