Dreaming a Daydream

I sleep the sleep of white gentle clouds, pale blue sky, and eagles soaring across broad mountain peaks. I see myself standing atop the highest mountain, looking out onto a world yet untouched by human hands or their madness to tear down and recreate a mass of malls, homes and minons of people flocking about.

I sleep the sleep where fawns graze, a brook of silvery water flows, and trees rise to the heavens as if keeping the sky from falling, Birds flit from tree to tree, whistling, almost singing a gentle song.

I sleep the sleep where she comes to me, arms open wide, smiling, her eyes bright, alive and ernest and she dances before me without a care in the world other than pure happiness.

I sleep this sleep of perfection never found, and I never want to wake.

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(Look closely at the picture. Twin gleaming eyes stare back in curiosity. Photo taken 2006, Colorado Springs at the Garden of the Gods.)