by Sam Bailey on Saturday, April 25, 2009
(It may all seem A bit romanticized, but If you read till the end, you will see why.)
I am a soul vexed by sleep’s misgivings. In my life I have known so much sorrow from its abandonment of me, and I have accrued a great debt of empty nights by sleep’s fickle denial.
But there are times when sleep is mine to have, and in those precious moments the dreaming soul of me, flies free and strong.
My unconscious realm becomes its canvas, my wanting and doubts become It’s colors and brush. In the background is the symphony of my memories.. their power and depth inspiring all forms of creation, and my spirit defines each masterpiece of the surreal stroke by stroke.
So rare, are these times, when sleep will lay with me, and the artist of my dreams can work, that…
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