Dreaming

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Dreaming alone
in a desolate place
The night full of sounds
like leaves stirring
where there is no wind
As if the trees had spoken
Or like whispering pines
on a distant hill
Telling ancient tales
From a forgotten world
This place is so full
with memories and solitude
and all the things I hide from my mind
The quiet reflection
of stars beyond sight
Hidden by the clouds
that crowd upon my eyes
drifting through time
till they find another sky
One that is empty
of all save the past
So that it can show me
all the things that remain
As I ponder the morning
and it’s revealing light
And step through this portal
Into the essence of time

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