dreams,
what are dreams?
Moments, etched in time, swept in stokes on twilight canvases as vast as the cosmos, quiet lullabys echoing through the purple dawn
dreams, the furthest reaches of of imagination fulfilled,
endlessly evolving in leaps and bounds,
Hidden beauty in unexpected places sculptures of imperfections,
These are dreams sublime journeys beyond the extra ordinary sad shadows of requiems long ago,
Forms and formlessness,
textures that radiate cascading visions and colorful sounds,
dreams that shimmer between wishes and stars,
mystery, majesty
transcendent they soar through infinite possibility’s.
