DreamtA Poem by TyDreamtOn repeat I've placed the vinyl, Counterclockwise revolving time and a sundial. A measurement I'm pressured in, teetering atop Navasu and
Rhine Falls, Soft in nature. And whether it tappers and fades to black, remains to be
seen. Counting sheep, meandering. I've placidly transcended, drifting in sleep. Contemplating how I'd furthered this deep in poems and
dream. A totem planted, It seems, immersed in dim and moonlight shadows, Nocturnal, surreal, surrounded; drowning in constellations. I'd float, I'd escape, half-awake with the night Owl. Amidst the Wolf howls that stood upon fields of broken
clocks and black flowers. This harvest from farming; For fruit, For truth, For root, to keep me grounded, Power of voice, energy abounding. And all along the river or above the stratosphere and
weather, The heather grey Owl would speak of path and direction,
an interesting introspecting perception. As we've dove head first into past, A clash projected, refracted through prisms and glass. Dreamt. A dream of mine, a dream of yours, A dream of King. © 2018 TyFeatured Review
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Added on January 19, 2018Last Updated on January 19, 2018 Tags: Adventure, earth, allure, dream, deep, life, magic, prose, love, sun, poetry, sunset, portrait, color, fantasy, america, constellations, odyssey, chaos, magnolia, haiku, beautiful, depression Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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