passage dreams

Before my eyes they set sail

Drifting pilgrims in leafs of days

Patterns of empty seas

Dreams painted on grey porcelain


Within hours blink

Sleep beneath blunt fingers

Trace less forms of clouds

Embedded in blankets of sounds


The dreamy lost

Of passage souls

Lay waste my mind

In halls of hallowed blurs


Ascend my spirit

Into halls of passage dreams

Rains of laughter

Wandering in whispers

Of silent feet

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