Going Within
Through that door I passed again;
wandering dark corridors;
searching dreamscapes for my bliss;
inky songs revealed.
Colors splashed upon a page;
a canvas of emotions
painted by me in the night;
insomniac dreams.
Awaken now, precious muse
and sing with jubilation.
Let’s celebrate my dream-mind,
wisdom gleaned within.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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