The fantasy of dreams may come to be a source that has been stored, not quite understanding the dependence that it holds on you. This temptation of discourse could allow an obtrusive contemplation, not realizing the consequences that one may be subject to. Will the wandering mind look at this as a farce trying to find the comical side of this unusual dilemma?
“How does this shiny flash happen so fast” that in the brief moment, it appeared it was there, and now it’s gone? Is there a way to keep your imagination intact or “has the image flew by and been swallowed up,” not giving any response to ask if this is real or not?
Would this unawareness lead to a delirious onset, “being lodged within one’s mind, and it feels it’s stuck in a four-walled room, and you can’t find your way out, but you keep looking for the door?”
“While staring across the rivers and fields of meadows, you seem to focus on the ceilings of glass, and you see approaching is a quarter moon smile, and your eyes sparkling like a star gazing in the winds of chime. You hear the bells ringing some sort of an enchanting melody.”
“The twinkle has a tendency to sneak in and get a glimpse to see if it can catch you by surprise,” allowing to show you this fantasy that put you in a persistent delusion, “not grasping what one knows or sees!”
Can one acquire the perception needed to avoid the imbalance that seems to pursue the imagination? Or has this unnatural instability remain within to become a misleading conception? “Did we happen to lose any fragment from our mind or are we following the fantasy that guides us to a carnival on the hill?”
Will pieces from a daydream show a desire to fulfill the glare, which took you by the hand and lead you to the clouds above, “so you could talk with the winds of time?” You find yourselves looking upon this wild visionary fancy with no comprehension of your where about, the twinkle shined, and it brought forth a gleam of brightness that glowed on your face.
This impressive sight seems to be above our normal heights. “Has a phantasm of make believe bring us an uncontrollable mind-set, wondering is this all a dream? Thinking may come to bring us a conclusion that’s unsubstantial amongst our sanity.” Did this just become a typical formality that was engaged from years back? Or has there been a pattern set in an orderly fashion, and we did not recognize it?
“It appears as the fantasy walks upon the dust of the clouds, it’s waiting for the twinkle to illuminate out of the dark!”
“Hearing the fluttering of wings gathering around in a circle ‘to watch the fantasy crying from a floating mist of greenish smoke’ as hands and arms were reaching out of the ground trying to reach the sky, and the twinkle flew by to bring joy to the light, amazed from its glow brought insight to those who know.”
“Allowing the fantasy to flow alone looking for its own harmony while the twinkle keeps blinking as it rides a wave on a celestial star trying to find its way home.”
“Will we not let the twinkle be content and welcome the fantasy when it shows up?”
Shadow Dancing in a Lamp
A shade of flickering exposed a glow of movement running up and down the walls expressing a joy of action as if it was dancing.
This altercation showed different styles of rhythm flowing freely along the reflection of its light.
A flame burning and jumping around as if it was trying to talk to you hypnotized your view. As the crackling sound of its voice opened to make one watch the source of its sparkle, the fire and heat it possessed is charming but can be alarming.
This cloudy mystical image was flowing “like a ghost caught in a mirror!”
This unpredictable transition, changing its form and movement, was bouncing to a point which had you following and looking at this inquisitive sight. Your imagination was out on a limb “dreaming,” not knowing what may come next.
Along with the oil burning wick held inside a glass tube, this ornament was proudly decorated with a stand. Understanding the brightness that it displayed intensified the heat of its splendor, and I found out it was too hot for me! But if we could “dance like the fire,” we would never get burned.
After glancing at this rhythm, it formed a surprise announcement and staged a glare, performing spectacles that left you speechless. Crossing the halls of walls “enlighten the twinkling;” it was providing, illuminating even the faces of others.
Look out for the keenness along the edges, for they may be sharp enough to cut through and penetrate the darkness that surrounded the object within its eyesight.
This strange phenomenon overwhelmed a provincial behavior, staring continually at the obstacle that once was playing on the “strings of light.”
Has this clairvoyant glitter shining its radiance flaunted itself, instructing those around to guide themselves?
A passionate style of rhythm was kissing the edges of the tube as it was wiggling along the borders of the glass. This shadow was hugging the tube, and it didn’t want to let go, dancing freely up the invisible glass and heading for the ceiling. Each time it would leave, another shadow took its place.
“A vibrant shadow” swinging back and forth, running as if it was a pendulum, brings attention, noticing steam and mist drifting in the rafters, longing for the attic along the roofline.
Could this “gloominess dance” outside the glass container it was trapped in? I was witnessing a bewildered sensation that increased my stimulation.
This peculiar dilemma has me concerned appealing to my own sanity. Was I seeing a fragment of my imagination watching a foggy breath of air circling around entertaining a mirage of smoke?
The light in the lamp brought another shadow into play; now the dance has started again. While watching the “glow of the light,” the shadow moved slower than usual.
I wonder if that was caused by a slow and dim-burning light? Or was it just grooving with the flo…ow…oh no, no, no, it’s getting low on fuel; the oil is spent.
The twinkle that once glittered went out; the evaporation smothered the “dance in the lamp.”
The Light from Yesterday
“Oh, I see hands. I see ten strange faces” reaching out to send us a helping hand from the mountaintop with “ten sticks of shiny lights!”
“I’ve seen years” of precious time wasted with answers unknown, “saying please” send us a helping hand.
“I hear the thunder with its crushing heart crying!”
Showing a sparkle of the stars twinkling and the moon glowing, “I have seen shadows” romancing along the “lights that was inquired from yesterdays.”
As the night flowed along the sky of time, “I noticed the glitter that twinkle,” expressing the “twitter that shined.”
With a beam of its brightness showed its flashes as a spark that ignited the “clouds with laughter.”
This lightning rod sent streaks of “light across the horizon.” Showing its dominance in power, it crossed the open realm that was in sight.
Nothing in its way affected the course of its path; this source of radiance has a direction whether coming or going. While looking upon, you couldn’t see with the “lustrous sheen of its glow!”
Who would be able to stand in the way of its clear reflective luminance as “fire was showing its rays beyond glory?”
Have you ever seen the “spark of an arc,” where the light shines so bright that your eyes could be looking at the sun directly, and you find yourselves seeing yellow spots?
As the matter was unoccupied allowing