Dreaming


The world is silent--
A world on autopilot--
In a place where even your conscience is quiet,
And though you can't let out a scream,
You're quite exquisite with the scene
Pondering amongst a masterpiece,
Aligned with you in no specific space, looking over face to face,
Until you speak nothing squeaks with that heartbeat
And in a blink your beast has peaced
You begin to think
In this atmosphere of soft speak
An utter flash of mystique
A floating fall compliments your feelings
Then out of the silence begins a
Ding, ding, dinging
A doorway from dreaming
Sadly, back into reality

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