to sleep
drifting in oblivion
to forget
wrapped in a black velvet promise
where time is measureless
a stationary orbit
or an endless trajectory spun in light years
like the fluttering eyes
of the dreamer
obsessed
coaxing temporary images
that lure this soul in silent confession
to transcend this yearning
with tear stained pillows
to inspire desire
to recall those souvenirs offered so briefly
upon waking
swiftly
to remember the embers
before they tumble over chalk white cliffs
where the air swirls smoke filled bubbles
exploding with sunlight
to just opened eyes
spying reality
to wish for another patch of darkness
where revelations sit
and the galaxy of longing
sparkles as brightly
as a shooting star

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