Shadowed World Poem by Dean Bradford

living in a shadowed world.
wrapped in a wall of light.
Imitation by hands.
Imitated by shadowed sight.
A shadowed man and his shadowed dog walk this shadowed land.
Their legs are long and stretched over the sharp yellow sand.
Meaning the sun is about to set itself into the cool deep ocean.
Where the whole world thrives on the cool deeps motion.
Shadowed sand hills and puddles in a pot.
The winds blow sands that were cooling from hot.
The long dark shadows stretch over the sands.
Joining up shadows to other great Lands.

Now Its our turn to join the shadowed world
in this shadowed land.
We close our eyes to turn off this world that we know.
To wake in our dreams where anything can go.
Now we have adventure in our mind.
Of creatures and places of all kind.
Looking, focusing on my hands.
Clarity comes clear now.
I’m awake in my dream now.
The world i’m in as a trickling stream.

The one thing I do know!
Is this is a Lucid Dream.