While the body sleeps,
the soul dreams,
transcending real life,
opening the eyes of the mind
for all unreachable things.
As the night dies,
infinity unfolds
beyond this brief
dimension, sailing
through an oniric sea
with closed eyes.
Weaving the labyrinths
where the sleepy soul crosses,
the silent night plays with the silver wires
that bind life to all delicate images of the spirit.
Surreal doors
full of signs and symbols
dissolve in puzzles
and without eyes,
you can see the eternity
of past and future
in the present.
Karla Bardanza
the soul dreams,
transcending real life,
opening the eyes of the mind
for all unreachable things.
As the night dies,
infinity unfolds
beyond this brief
dimension, sailing
through an oniric sea
with closed eyes.
Weaving the labyrinths
where the sleepy soul crosses,
the silent night plays with the silver wires
that bind life to all delicate images of the spirit.
Surreal doors
full of signs and symbols
dissolve in puzzles
and without eyes,
you can see the eternity
of past and future
in the present.
Karla Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011
Dreamland is a place where we all live in our subconcious. It is our real self healing and communicating with us when we do wake. Beautifully written! tc
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