The traveler peers into the gloom Discovering what it means to be alive Wandering silently, peacefully Drifting mistily, ever asleep.
Dewy eyes of golden starlight Sparkling reassuringly To the tune of the summer breeze In the long grass I watch in silence, for a moment No more.
Weren't we there, for a time? For a brief moment, in an instant of glass? Or was it a dream?
Sweeping eerily, wistfully Through the night sky On the backs of clouds Frozen for a moment Suspended, motionless Soaring For a moment.
Travel with me now Pull apart the mists of illusion And part the curtains of despair Step into the realm of a moment.
A field of white with drops of silver glaze Perhaps above us, but who can tell? It drifted in and out of focus But we didn't.
Weren't we there for a time? Shimmering in a pool of starlight? Or was it a dream?
Opening eyes, extinguish the sun Dreamwriter lays down his pen And I almost believed what he wrote For a moment.
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