Lucidity

Lucidity

A Poem by John T. Miller

It's eerily quiet, yet peaceful.
The spectral forms of thought sit around me.
No noise or clamor--only silence.
(Only thoughts. Only me.)

Here is a haven for broken people.
The astral lights sooth the free.
No noise or clamor--only silence.
(Only thoughts. Only me.)

Odd to be so powerful.
The Lucidity has Awakened me.

© 2010 John T. Miller


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Nice! A poem about lucid dreaming. I like the repetition.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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