Waking Dream

Sit in the stillness on the edge of it all
As peace lethargically wafts on through
Swirling around your ankles and palms
Sifting meticulously through you
Allow the silence to dress you down
Grant it agency over your existence
Pulsing a radiance without sound
Ebullient in pure, muted residence
Reach out and touch the edge of it all
Fingers brushing its feathered seam
And should a moment come to call
Write it off as a waking dream

Photo by Nick Moore on Unsplash

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