Beyond the silvery-blue oblivion;
Oceans break the line of horizonThe sun, ablaze, slowly dusking the sky;
Bathing the land in an orangey-purple glowTill the darkness of the night fills us whole;
Only the moonlit sky envelops our soulSky, now star-speckled, a dome of far-off crystals;
Glinting a faint light, dotting the black canvas with colors so celestialTrepidation creeping, as the first blink of sunlight peaks;
Dawn arising, light of angular fragment leaksShattering the left-over remnants of these tenebrific shadows;
Shards of fluxing light pierces through like bright white arrowsEyes raided by prismic colors, they open;
Seeing rays of light, peeking in the windows, not stark-sullenWhite strands of light arrives, striping the room like an advent;
I look around, and smiled. Traversing the realm of the unknown;I dreamt
//k.u.
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