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Oct 13, 2009
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Twilight Slumber
My mind felt "cross-eyed" underneath the fongu kush
so sleep rushed ever closer, towards my mind,
as I waited, the evening slowly waned away
and a preview takes it's hold, only to be kind.
Twilight slumber is a very special time
where crests of reality and dreamland often blur,
then people seem to multiply before your eyes
and anything one can imagine, can occur.
Sometimes you'll feel confused inside it's grip
and fear itself will come along to hold your hand,
what you permit yourself not, to remember
is just as well, because you'd never understand.
I met a blind man walking backwards, in my travels
who felt not happiness, nor neither was he grieving,
when I asked him why he did this, so
he said, "Because it always looks as though I'm leaving !"
Two talking felines suddenly appeared
who spoke of eating pretty much, 'round the clock...
they told of how quite easily it could be done
if the pantry host, would forget to lock the lock.
I then swam towards the surface of my dream
and learned a valued lesson to my head,
when a journey beckons, take time to pack a lunch
and always look the same direction that you tread !
so sleep rushed ever closer, towards my mind,
as I waited, the evening slowly waned away
and a preview takes it's hold, only to be kind.
Twilight slumber is a very special time
where crests of reality and dreamland often blur,
then people seem to multiply before your eyes
and anything one can imagine, can occur.
Sometimes you'll feel confused inside it's grip
and fear itself will come along to hold your hand,
what you permit yourself not, to remember
is just as well, because you'd never understand.
I met a blind man walking backwards, in my travels
who felt not happiness, nor neither was he grieving,
when I asked him why he did this, so
he said, "Because it always looks as though I'm leaving !"
Two talking felines suddenly appeared
who spoke of eating pretty much, 'round the clock...
they told of how quite easily it could be done
if the pantry host, would forget to lock the lock.
I then swam towards the surface of my dream
and learned a valued lesson to my head,
when a journey beckons, take time to pack a lunch
and always look the same direction that you tread !
— docmaverick, Oct 13, 2009
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Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Dearest Doc
docmaverick
16 years 7 months ago
Jayne....
lyz
16 years 7 months ago
And what a peruse
docmaverick
16 years 7 months ago
Thanks Lyz....
Antoinette Mar…
16 years 7 months ago
your twilight dream....