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Silently, the night rests upon it’s laurels, awaiting the sleep
Whispering tales of peaceful journeys through colorful dreamslent from heaven.Keeping all in a serene contemplation, if only they wouldrecognize it for what it is.Placing a hold on wakeful endeavors, letting sleep befall everyone,so their minds can confirm the dreams they will dream throughouteternity.
Stuttering down rhythms as they softly pass me by,
Singing in time with all musical harmonies sent toouter canyons of forsaken peace, and kept therefor time immemorial.Dusting my mind with fragrant memories, powderedinto scents of a mind.
Engulfed in nature’s abode, seeing her textures up closely while sitting here.
Just above them is a soft wispy, powdery section sliding to the ground.A slight step up, looking like bands wrapped circularly above each other, almost two feet of them.Then more bands with long brushy strands leaning out and to the left, catching slight breezes, dancing stiffly at times.Scanning higher, wood-like panels crossing each other produce…
Heavenly sounds falling softly,
of things.Making sense of total abstractions placed on paper, bringing everything into pure clarity as it also delves deliciouslyinto a feast of mindful thoughts.Taken in bouquets of ideas, closely gathered together in hallsof heavenly grace.
Racing around a back room at the Wagon Yard, two little toddlers, running joyfully, holding balloons and chasing one another.
Keeping each other company until it’s time to stop and go home to bed.