Dreamform - A Poem

I glide through the night, unseen and unknown
over ancient pyramids and standing stones
among silent sentinals, over sacred rings
through forgotten mounds, the tombs of kings

and in all those things, a pattern, a rhyme

As I pass through their hallowed places,
past the old, yet familiar faces
I feel an affinity I cannot describe,
a dormant, yet knowing sort of vibe

as if I had known them in another time

Above buried temples, and graves of old,
filled with wandering spirits, and restless souls,
above city and farm, field and glen,
I soar, invisible, to the eyes of men.

a dream made flesh, seeking salvation sublime

This is one of the few times I actually set out to compose a poem. I was musing on the nature of dreams late one night, and became inspired. Although I'm not as versed, so to speak, in poetry, I do like to challenge myself with it. The success, or lack of it, of course, is in the mind of the reader - the Author

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