I waken dreaming of roses in a cool blue gray world which sooths and calms, a land of echoes where life is a memory and vitality the story all around me. Soft stone and air so cool it glows. Lope-padding through water carved stone galleries whose grand resonance at my foot falls reverberates solely within me rippling in the same liquid satin fashion as a black hole.
Somewhere within me I know something awakes and there are dreams of hopes to come that cool my pain and ease my smile. Even as to many they would taste anathema.
Home, where I wander wither I will within and beyond worlds in that space in between where all lights dim, all shadows flair and all incarnations of creation collide shedding soft liquid sparks like the exhalation sigh of lips from Rose petals.
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