Vision
By katraylor
in dreaming of the nebula that spills eternity, i rise above the common stars. the heavens part for me, and in the dream i'm lifted up into Celestial realms, where sweet and pleasant angels come and they escort me to the home of that great One, whose mighty name i cannot from this earthly plane give any sanctioned voice. but in that dream, i find a sweet and sentimental light that fills me far beyond the brim and strengthens all my visions, dim, before this journey, from the drain of earthly woes and moral blight. at last, this time is at an end, and i am drawn back through the halls of purest light, and, at the edge of starlight, am let down. i sink with solemn soul to find my own beloved, imperfect home, and lie awake for hours with the cool, resounding rhythms of the realm beyond the touch of time behind my eyes and in my mind establishing their sound.hmm... it seems like there should be more. i don't know about the rhythm; i'll probably end up changing it. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 08:08 AM PST 10 • 0 • 13
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"in dreaming of the nebula..."