Dreamscape

by Mortal Utopia   Aug 23, 2018


Walking through the bridge of sleep,
memories whisper in my ear,
I still search when voices seep
far into dreams through the years -
where mystery flowers bloom to fade,
I can still hear songs once made
of things I will soon forget,
of things I wish I could remember.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I liked this very much. Very dream like. Walking through the bridge of sleep with memories whispering in my ear. Often dreams are filled with whispers of memories and as time goes on memories often fade and only reappear during dreams. Milly x

  • 6 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I find the state of dreamscape intriguing: a place between one world and ours. Perhaps, the wakeful world is the true dreamscape and where we sleep reality dwells?

    Thanks for sharing

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