Colonnades of glory
Thoughts of the whispering free
Unseen dimensional aurae
Of songs sweet melody
Yesterdays in the keepsake
And tranquil of hours to come
Recollections of timepiece flake
That through the thoughts swum
Day in the coming clouds by
Moments there on to find
Openness of the bluish deep sky
Like something that comes to mind
When you get a touching feel
That something lies hidden out there
Not everything is for real
There is something else somewhere
Maybe I'm dreaming too much
Because of veering sights
Tasking reality out of touch
Into its own Pegasus flights
Colonnades of glory
The force of the feathery light
A dream of the poignant expletory
Nothing with wrong or right
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