Dreams dissipate ,

Allowing the sunrise ,

To linger,

On your eyelids,

Until you awake,

And feel

The texture and tenacity

Of time ,

Settling in a vortex of

Seconds and minutes,

And

As I can’t return to my dreams,

I only have the durability

Of space, memory,

And my senses

To tell me

Im not dreaming.

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Tags: Dreams, faith, Me, mind, Questions, thoughts