
In the depths of dreaming night
Starlight becomes the portal
A doorway leading us along
A dark corridor of magic
That leads to rooms of remembrance
Where dreams perform their masquerade
Wearing all kinds of disguises
Which beguile our sleeping selves
With a mysterious charade
And upon our awakening
Slowly as we make our way back
To the surface of consciousness
Once again we look down
Casting our gaze deep
Below the indigo mirror of consciousness
And sift the waters with our net of thought
To capture the stray stars
Silently sinking
Before they disappear
Into obscurity again
I love this! You are such an incredible writer! xox
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Awww Wow!!! π Thanks yet again, Carol Anne.
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Youβre so welcome π any time π X
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