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Realm Of The Dream

Dust billows aimlessly on a rolling breeze,
Carrying a scent of aridity,
Smothering the frail shoots of life that never cease,
To contend with Nature obliviously.

The rays of light descending so majestically,
Interminably swallowed by the caress of their sisters,
As the God of creation fades so slowly,
Blanketed by a shadow of cold moonlit visitors.

Under the stern gaze of the heavenly kings brilliance,
The weary souls slumber in the embrace of humility,
Their wandering minds in a state of illusory innocence,
As their spirits soar over lush hills of tranquility.

Shrugging off the shackles of the soon forgotten journey,
Nature yawns its rebellious defiance,
As all arise to meet the mother's call of duty,
The laws of the world resume their stalwart alliance.

Yet their is one who chose to avoid the request,
His being having not forsaken its reliquary,
Desiring to forever remain as a guest,
Of the boundless realms of the shrouded sanctuary.

So while the souls of all lie enslaved to reality,
This one ascends past the law's terrible scheme,
On the continuous breath of the celestial fantasy,
Knowing that he is lord in the realm of the dream.

poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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