Dreams are the canvas without paint,

absent of color and faces until the eyes

recede into a vapored transport lifting

the emotions onto a highway of visions.

Favorable winds carry us to lands

unreachable during day; hovering over

the distance there is a gentle settling

into safety without care for time.


When the portal closes and awake wrestles

down sleep, the places and people fade,

though wait patiently for the next visit

when the eyes close for the night.




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