Posted by Ben Naga
Woke up this morning
From wondrous worlds; yet in minutes
Nothing left at all.
Posted on May 4, 2015, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged Dreams, Life. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Yes those wonderful worlds just drift away upon waking.. in a mist of memory loss.. Wishing you a wonderful week Ben..
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Happy dreaming. 🙂
Those dreams escape our consciousness but dance inside our astral playground. Getting involved in all sorts of marvelous and nightmarish fantasies. The one’s that often are remembered are the prophetic visions, a reality found within meaningful symbols that hold secrets meant for interpretations toward clarity.
The sandman’s paintings
Burdened with secret meanings
Lost when the wind blows
Patience with colors
Awakening a Vision
Caught in a moment
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