A wandering child,
In her midnight dreams,
With her eyes closed,
But has a deep vision,
In her dreams of imagination.
Though in her dreams of darkest night,
She saw her soul in a pure light.
Where she walks on the earth,
To reach the sky.
Because,
As long as she is dreaming,
Her earth will meet the sky,
Her step wants to end,
At the vault of heaven.
Where the paradise
Will tell her it’s secrets,
Because she is fearless,
In her dreams of midnight.
She can listens to its secrets,
A secret of happiness,
A secret of virtue.
Where she can share
the secret of her earth,
The whisper of faith,
Giving power to one’s fate.
A priority to deception,
Rather than following morals.
But she can never make it,
As her conscious break in
With her dream dying,
And the silence broken,
With the noise of humans.
She wake up from her dream,
Still wandering,
Where is she now
and where was she then.
Why the two places
Are difficult to understand.
Where is the earth she saw,
Where does it meet the sky.
Oh no,
She was dreaming again,
A pure illusion,
An illusion called dream
Where the sky and earth,
Are never really apart.
Where she was swinging among the stars,
Where the pain of lies seems too far.
She is waiting again,
For her midnight to come,
To see the gorge of heaven.
To start her midnight walk,
Where she and the stars will talk.
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Via daily prompt: gorge
yes….that is the reason…..the dreams are so lovable….no limitations….
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Yeah. I can go whenever and wherever I want to go..but the sad part, they are just dreams, though they are the part of our ongoing thought processing.
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but those are the ones….that can realy turn into a reality….if feasible….
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Yeah, if feasible.. sometimes, I get so disturbed and restless when I am not able to remember my midnight dreams. I remember them to be beautiful, but I tend to forget the whole dream.
The one I remember, I used to analyse it, squeeze it out to extract some meanings out of it..
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Hmmm….that is not so good a sign….we need to live in the world of reality ….which is quite different from the ones ….projected or seen in the dreams….they are dreams so they are beautiful….isn’t it….?
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Agreed to you.
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again thanks for the agreeculture….
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My please-ure…
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Hmmm….that is the effect of companionship….
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I think, that is that.🙂
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So illuminating this piece. There is so much hope behind your words and in your dreams. Beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you for the Lovely comment. Dreams are beautiful, aren’t they..
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I certainly approve them over nightmares that’s or sure. LOL!!! 🙂 Have a good evening dear.
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You too.🙂🙂
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