Been wanting to glide
a slower downward slide,
Farther into and away,
this nightdream I replay.
Clouds now pulsing pink,
as stars appear by wink.
Rolling breezes wayward flow,
carry on then let me go.
I drift in teal blue seas,
never drown unless I please.
This rapture wraps around,
leaving my senses all unbound.
5-10-08
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