Slovenly sleep, or so it seems….
in the lightening shades of darker dreams.
Delicious lucidity, floating the soul
over depths of disturbing finality.
Let us stay in this state, where spirit flies,
where youth has returned to our watery eyes.
Still granted our wisdom, our memory whole;
a vacation from earthly reality.
In the glow of the warmth, where the cold never bites,
a candy shop counter of spirit delights.
Release and forgiveness, that’s been our goal,
and the cure of the pain of our malady.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Interesting poem…very beautifully worded.
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My thanks to you, Sir.
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This expresses exactly where I was today… beautiful. ☺
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Coincidence, I say! Myself as well.
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And, thank you for your remarks.
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