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Call to me Enchantress, Awaken!     How long must you sleep undisturbed?     What  forms will you gather in the midst of my dreaming? Come to me   Lucid waking life I watch for you     On walks behind each bush, each tree through crowded room At times our eyes touch, electricity courses from my stomach leaving through my mouth in small gasps     But the facade breaks, you flee I search you out and only during nights breath     I run pursued by your many forms and faces... Ha! One nights day I may surprise myself     Turning to face my pursuer     You!     Please come to me, show your true self, lead the way I saw your face in the mirror night last, vague and unpretty   That time in the ice and snow was that your best?     Remember! I followed your tracks     You turned gazing at me with yellow eyes before bounding off Bending down, my hand inside the print of your paw seemed small     A drop of blood red on a crust of ice suddenly convinced me of the reality     Of that moment     Tremendously excited throwing my thoughts to you       I call come back... Stoic, still, yet razor sharp     Only the green haze from the forest remained Another time I will follow But in in my excitement I lost hold on my dreaming Remember Raven
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
Enchantress
Call to me Enchantress, Awaken!     How long must you sleep undisturbed?     What  forms will you gather in the midst of my dreaming? Come to me   Lucid waking life I watch for you     On walks behind each bush, each tree through crowded room At times our eyes touch, electricity courses from my stomach leaving through my mouth in small gasps     But the facade breaks, you flee I search you out and only during nights breath     I run pursued by your many forms and faces... Ha! One nights day I may surprise myself     Turning to face my pursuer     You!     Please come to me, show your true self, lead the way I saw your face in the mirror night last, vague and unpretty   That time in the ice and snow was that your best?     Remember! I followed your tracks     You turned gazing at me with yellow eyes before bounding off Bending down, my hand inside the print of your paw seemed small     A drop of blood red on a crust of ice suddenly convinced me of the reality     Of that moment     Tremendously excited throwing my thoughts to you       I call come back... Stoic, still, yet razor sharp     Only the green haze from the forest remained Another time I will follow But in in my excitement I lost hold on my dreaming Remember Raven
difference between lucid and regular dreams and referring to her "muse" as the Enchantress, I was inspired to compose this.
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
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