Sleep,

Where time breaks free as breath from body-bound to air,

As day and night collide in spirit land lay softly sound with light unknown with form elsewhere,

Be of that moment rapt and rich with strange and wondered way,

Become that realm enchantment roam embrace the dawning dream conveyed.

ORIGINATOR · Mike de Sousa

ART FORM · Poetry

COMPLETED · 2015

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