In the dreaming, I went so far into the future I saw the beginning of it all.
In the dreaming, soundless angels (burning with light) tip the world over, and see what spills out.
In the dreaming, I have imagined myself the king of a dead world, ruler only of the tears I shed.
In the dreaming, I have looked into the eye of Oblivion, and I saw the place time goes when it runs out.
In the dreaming, there is a starlit room where one can hear the silver gears of the universe turning.
In the dreaming, there is an unnamed question that lies just below the skin of all I see, something no one ever asks.
In the dreaming, the drift of Heaven's breeze took me up into forever: I'm still there, flying.
a.h
12:37pm saturday, 22nd february
REally interesting,,, i see what your talking about
x
4:10pm saturday, 22nd february
"silver gears of the universe," nice image.
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2:36pm sunday, 23rd february
I really hope you are okay.There seem to be more hurt(perhaps even sadness or at least feelings similar to it)in your poems these days,or is it just me?!?
The discriptions of the beautiful things in your dreaming gives the image of it beeing quite nice sometimes..like in some of the strophes abow,at the same time as there is the bad.. It is sort of balanced i guess.. VERY NICE
a.h
x
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