"Places"

My boat is moored at the entrance
Of yet another dream in a place
Walking through the archway to corridors
Up to a winding staircase
That leads to a window which overlooks
Spacious clouds that float
Wandering thoughts that skip along
To places that are remote
To waken with feint memory
An essence of that place in my dream
The boat remains moored at its landing
Part of the memorized scheme
Awaiting for me to return once again
Through the glimpse in my eye
Floating past those who gloat
As an invisible butterfly
To the place where my dream awaits for me

~Moses~
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