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When Time Stands Still
On the edge of a luminescent hillside
I lay belly down gazing at the horizon
Waiting patiently with crepuscular eyes
Chin cupped in hands
My mind wanders on-
ward for that moment between worlds
When light fades away, and night enters
Making way for the dreamer to explore
Interdimensionally
The sky turns purple
The distant clouds transforming into beings
that were not there before, notice my pupils
Expanding. Beckoning them. I’m seeing . . .
them change directions. Floating ever so slowly
toward me now
The sky is still
Purple
But more crystalline and somehow holy
like Amythest scrying me
I get a chill up my spine
As they move in ever so closer
Closer closer so close I could touch them
so close I could taste them
I reach up
And oh my, they do taste like cotton candy!
Copyright ©
Benjamin Bartley
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