Gliding along a shimmering silver dream,
I lose my soul to the heavens.
Starlight gently washes over me,
As twilight surrenders to the moon.
Golden gleaming fish swim past me,
Seemingly random, but I know their game.
Laughing, I splash in after them,
Dunking my head in the glittering stream.
The stars overhead are peaceful,
Serene in the every day knowledge
That no matter how hard I try to capture them,
These fleeting thoughts will vanish when I wake.
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