In the realm of slumber, where dreams unfurl,
A whisper of a world, parallel, in swirl.
A cosmos where the stars sing in tune,
And the moon dances, under a different sun’s rune.
In the hush of night, I drift away,
To a universe parallel, where night is day.
Where the rivers flow with the hues of dusk,
And the air shimmers with the scent of musk.
I wander through meadows of silver and gold,
Where the flowers bloom in shapes untold.
The sky, a canvas of twilight’s gleam,
A tapestry woven from a dreamer’s dream.
In this world, I am but a shadow’s breath,
A specter of reality, a wisp of death.
Yet I feel more alive than ever before,
As I traverse through the dream’s core.
There, I meet another me, eyes aglow,
A reflection of self, in this dream’s flow.
We speak without words, in thoughts entwined,
A conversation beyond the confines of the mind.
We share the secrets of our dual lives,
Of love that endures, of spirit that strives.
In this parallel realm, our hearts are one,
Beating in rhythm, a new life begun.
But as dawn’s fingers caress the sky,
The dream begins to fade, and I sigh.
I’m pulled back to the world I know,
Where time moves fast, and dreams go slow.
Yet a part of me lingers in that other place,
A universe parallel, full of grace.
In the quiet moments, I close my eyes,
And return to the dream, where my other self lies.
For in dreams, we touch the infinite,
A universe within, where souls alight.
And though we wake to reality’s call,
The dream of the parallel, it holds us all.
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Really enjoying the variety in the types of writing you do on this blog! Keep it going!
Thank you very much! 🙂