In the mornings light
I travel through memories of
Dreams from the nights sleep.
I reach to all sides
Attempting to grasp the
Emerald, ruby and golden gemstones
As they fall to the floor
Like rain scattering drops.
They bounce into mid air
Like autumn leaves orchestrated by the wind
And fly out into universes beyond
My current understanding.
I look to my hands and treasure
The halfcup full I’ve retrieved
I examine each one with wonder and
Arrange them into strings of jewels
Connecting the parallel worlds explored
During sleep and woken hours.
In time I’ll recall more memories
Like I will see more falling stars
And add them to these threads
Creating links of new discoveries
Of my being, purpose and life.
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