when you rest
everything seems to be at
rest with you
too
the bed is so silent with the blankets
and the pillows are at home with the cases
when you dream
they dream with you too
the ceiling has a gift of skies
blue colors diffusing in your mind
the windows open themselves
eyes waking inside the dream
taking you to places
that you have long desired
ah, dreams make possible
what you were not
what you never did
and then you wake up
refreshed
like a shrub receiving rain
on the summer days
of June
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