Upon Sweet Winged Dreams

Somnolence of sweet dreams. These are given to be most combustible or tranquil. Taken them in midday and midnight flights. These truly are a delicate delight. Now, soaring adoring and affixed with inner might. Mortals dream to release a dove or hawk tonight. To be exercised is our inside plight. We have been given grace, mercy and divine inspiration, to surpass these extremities in life. If, we do not defer hope, we are able to elevate ourselves to greater heights. We only being bound by Earth’s invisible gravitational atmospheric rights. I feel, I see, I live, and yet, still possible to die. We have an ethereal essence; ours is an entity of intrinsic light. A spiritual immortality given us at birth with foresight. Our future already written on invisible scrolls for us to recite. There are angel allies traversing multiple dimensions of time and space to unite. Winged warriors warring and winning a contested celestial battle and fight. I do ride upon golden and platinum colored feathered wings of a very large eagle this very night. This to win the battle of the imagined Enkro land most lethal of sites. The morning time abruptly commence. I realize that I had been dreaming, to be awakened by the dawn's early bright rays of the sun refreshing and renewing sunlight.