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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Visions From A Dream State</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day is done, the hour is late, <br> as I lie down at last to rest.<br>Tranquility is all I seek this night, <br> an interval of silence exertion free; <br>sleep I crave, disturbance stilled, <br> peace of mind sanity decrees. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world is quiet, the people rest, <br> I lie alone, motionless, and hear <br>the distant murmur of a soundless night.<br> Sleep’s gentle shroud encircles me<br>her magic bliss of drowsiness <br> descends as if a sweet caress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cool security of clean sheets <br> a delightful pleasure that comforts me <br>yet sleep itself eludes me still, fleetingly <br> like a butterfly, gliding on a gentle breeze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep, I seek it still, for within her care <br> is seclusion no man may break.<br>I reach out for it, for caressing sleep, <br> in faint gossamer hope she waits for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meditative gift of solitude is mine at least <br> that suspends entirely all conscious thought.<br>In darkness, inky <br> my weary spirit breaks loose its bonds, <br>and slowly rises free, <br> from unfrequented reaches of my mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While swoon foggy cloud of weariness <br> that enfolds me, fades instantly, <br>leaving my skin tingling from dewy breath, <br> which soothed all bodily fatigue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I finally drift into a trouble-free sleep, but soon, <br> regretfully, poetic thoughts impede my brief repose; <br> alas; abstract visions flood my sight.<br>Clouds float in space, icicle seeded rain, <br> parched sterile ground now water nourished, <br> a springing into life brought forth by rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet who planted ripe seed within my brain <br> that burst forth into such glorious blooms, <br>within fallow fertile gardens of my mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was stagnation strangulating; <br> originally caused by evilness in man? <br>Or an outside force <br> humanity could not withstand? <br>Evil never furthers prime perseverance, <br> of atoned; superior redeemed man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now! Is time for opposing those who destroy, <br> but where are chosen guides, <br> who will astral spiritual leaders be? <br>Are they really absent, <br> or is it merely covetous blind <br> who cannot see? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Incarnated in earth’s vibrations <br> living normal lives, <br> breathing, waiting, to purify and prepare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet are prophets prepared for existence, <br> for oppressive struggles on physical plane? <br>Life for them will surely be, <br> inevitable, a requisite of necessity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will they open up earth eyes, <br> and open up ominous sky, <br> to let pale planet shine through? <br>And can they finally bring into harmony, <br> and visionary understanding, <br> our so-called brotherhood of man? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do solemn slowly <br> falling sands; signify; <br> an approaching end for man? <br>Or do omens foretell a great evolutionary <br> leap forward, with humanity; <br> poised within anew age? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A rising again, an expanded <br>consciousness, a future state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br>Written in March 1982. Published in Lemmings Into The Sea in 1991.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q>
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 as I lie down at last to rest.
Tranquility is all I seek this night, 
 an interval of silence exertion free; 
sleep I crave, disturbance stilled, 
 peace of mind sanity decrees. 

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