It descends softly

Enveloping me slowly

With a million tiny gems

Sparkling in the mines

Of my minds eye

Creating a warmth

Of peace and serenity

Lying there still

Waiting, in the darkness

For the escape

That awaits me

I drift slowly

With the ebbing tide

Of time and distance

No longer a reality

Thoughts become dreams

Dreams become reality

Running from the demons

To find a sanctuary

Of magnificence and grandeur

That will protect and warm

The battered heart and soul

That battles the real world

And spirits of the night

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