<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Superimposition of Somniation, In A Search For Serendipity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, it was all but wishful wonderment, by way of a wandering dream; <br>Somniation surely it was, yet, real it did seem.<br>Spurred by a mysterious messenger, who left but a name-<br>A first name only-as though confoundment was his aim.<br>I somniate rarely, yet, their reality tends to astound: <br>They can gift a voice and form, to someone no longer around.<br>'What does it all mean? ! ', I wonder, as I bolt awake-<br>'May there be a message from this, that I may take? ! '<br>My heart was once again rife with jubilation-<br>All due this now-fleeted fantasization.<br>Its allusion was pointed-toward a path not taken-<br>And its conclusion, unequivocal-this choice was mistaken.<br>Surely, this dream was not merely a singularity-<br>Another must have been had, to provide further clarity! <br>Might this be but half-and only when superimposed<br>Over another, might a whole dream then be composed! ? <br>The entirety of this aspiration's audacity<br>May only truly be gleaned, once the capacity<br>To understand is gained, over this aspiration and its mate.<br>Serendipity alone may gift this-and only through the powers of Fate! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>-Maurice Harris,7 July 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Maurice+Harris">Maurice Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457789" data-title="The Superimposition of Somniation, In A Search For Serendipity de Maurice Harris" data-description="Alas, it was all but wishful wonderment, by way of a wandering dream; Somniation surely it was, yet, real it did seem. Spurred by a mysterious messenger, who left but a name- A first name only-as though confoundment was his aim. I somniate rarely..."></div> </div> </div>

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