Dream Prologue

My arms stretch upward

And I feel the hint of sleep vibrate, leaving my body

With an outward stretch, the last drops of sleep fall

A puddle of fragmented scenes of a dream pools, no reflections can be seen

And I wonder, why no one is watching

I skim a flat rock on the surface, watching it skip

One, two, three, sinking on the fourth

Ripples send rings in search of the edge, but not to an end

For this is not where the story ends, this dream

The beginning of the beginning lies ahead, a long way to go

This dream a prologue to what is to come


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