Unabridged Beckonings

A Vast Morning Sky Fully Encompasses

Me, As I Awaken To A New Day.

Remnants Of Fragmented Dreams That

Took Place During My Sombering

Hours, Slowly Begin To Poke Through

The Surface.

Red-Rubied Beckonings Ornament

The Vividness Of Passing Prior

Dreams.

True Complexities Took Place,

Once Again, as I Recall The Remnants

Of The Prior Nights Dream Pattrns.

Such Thematic Dreams, Full Of

Symbolic Hidden Meanings.

A Mosaic Of Abundant Dreams

Await Their Truest Decoding.

Such A Peripheral Consistent

Vision Deep Within The

Imprinted Mirroring-Image.

A Seamstress Tailoring My

Dreams.

A composer Of My Greatest

Written Symphony, Placing

Me Center-Stage.

Center-Stage Serving as The

Mid-Point, As To Where Dreams

Evenly Unfold Into Reality.

Rainbow-Textured Horizons

Glide Upon The Softened

Frame Of Perceptive-Reflections.

Unabridging Beckonings Rush In

Deep To The Surface-Where

The Distilling Haze Of Nostalgic

Remnants Carousel Into

Unabridged Timelessness.

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