Dreaming

I dreamed 

I was mist 

Blanketing the forest 

Comforting the trees 

Beautifully. 

 

I dreamed 

I was a red eft 

On a wandering trail 

Peering at all the sights 

Curiously. 

 

I dreamed 

I was the river 

Meandering through nowhere, 

Carrying away everything,

Refreshingly.

 

I dreamed

I was the stars

Dangling above the world

Entrancing my viewers

Magically.

 

I dreamed all this,

Then woke.

 

I love my dreams

For making me feel infinite

And I love myself

For being here,

Now,

me.

Posted in response to the challenge Windsparks.

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