The Circle of Dream
The Snowball glass opened the mystical window,
innocent stories in dreams, as always been so.
They changed the snow glass with an hour glass,
and all sorts of reasons feel like harass.
Interruption of adventures and finding treasures,
getting up and follow the order of real measures.
The dreams of unjust and the battle in playful keen,
camouflaged tragedy is the important scene.
Shared dream with friends and wishes unfold,
to belief which stories truth need to be told.
To see the world in constant chaos state,
being in once own world has its faith.
Dreaming to be great is asking for just,
others great dream came to the task.
Teenage mind and ocean of searching kind,
where new worlds will its resemblance find,
Transcending imagination and its shade,
testing ground as revolution played.
When the real love casting the body aside,
and the soul in state of bliss just glide.
In this seeming ever bloom garden state,
dreams come with the desired mate.
Dreams now become bigger and purer,
when new souls will be a part of the further.
Many paradises all in contented one tamed,
the flying process in photo sessions framed.
That love and dream which us binds,
parallels and causes by the individuality of minds.
Age in time speaks through wisdom at hand,
creating detachment and extension grand.
Finally when dreams arrive as soul extended bliss,
still tasting the dew of the newborn, by this dreaming kiss.
Copyright © Robert Rittel | Year Posted 2021
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