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my soul wanders when I sleep where it wills to venture forth mostly it tells my waking mind not some nights on a rare occasion the faintest flickering of a memory will hold fast till morning sings some would say it’s just a dream but what dreams are alive as this so vivid are these vague remembering’s just this morning my soul watched the sun rise over the most beautiful valley my mortal life has ever seen the first rays of newborn light chasing the shadows fast across valley fields of summer green my soul has passed the gates of heaven and walked it’s quiet gardened paths my soul has peered into the future and has revisited my past every so often my soul will stop to watch the warm summer wind rustle a single maple leaf the peace that I remember from those midnight summer stops leads my waking mind to weep darkness draws it’s curtains once again as I recount what little I recall and record my pondering my soul stirs within this mortal shell anxious to once again be off on it’s midnight wandering
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
wandering soul
my soul wanders when I sleep where it wills to venture forth mostly it tells my waking mind not some nights on a rare occasion the faintest flickering of a memory will hold fast till morning sings some would say it’s just a dream but what dreams are alive as this so vivid are these vague remembering’s just this morning my soul watched the sun rise over the most beautiful valley my mortal life has ever seen the first rays of newborn light chasing the shadows fast across valley fields of summer green my soul has passed the gates of heaven and walked it’s quiet gardened paths my soul has peered into the future and has revisited my past every so often my soul will stop to watch the warm summer wind rustle a single maple leaf the peace that I remember from those midnight summer stops leads my waking mind to weep darkness draws it’s curtains once again as I recount what little I recall and record my pondering my soul stirs within this mortal shell anxious to once again be off on it’s midnight wandering
david-hall
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
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