The Eternal Dream

 

 I wander down the paths of the great dream. I have traveled far in dream seeing the wonderous creations of dreams from the many spired cities carved of living stone, to the vast forest of elder tree's leafed in gold and whispering in the wind, to flowing meadows of multihued flowers the sing in everlasting sunshine. The dream however is ending I feel the call of the world outside. 

I resist the call for now traveling down the storied paths of the dream passing though glorious cites of such beauty they can only to be conceived in the dream and pillared cities of marble touched by such age and melancholy, cities that existed once but now only exist in the dream. I pass through valleys of deep shadow were nightmares walk, and pass by the dark caverns where the nameless fears of childhood still lurk. The call is growing stronger soon I must leave the dream and return to the world outside.  

I cannot leave the dream yet I must return to my own place in the dream. The city of my own imagining the place where my own dreams are given form. I walk down the paths of smooth grey stone surrounded by elegant buildings of marble bordered by with sable. I come to the heart of my city and shining palace of marbled halls and silvered towers. I walk the colonnaded halls and traveling up to the highest tower looking down upon the city bathed in soft light and shadows. I wish i could remain in the dream and to remain in the city but it is not my time. Someday I might go into the eternal dream and remain but it is not given to us to choose when we leave the world outside behind, and the call of the outside is becoming louder. I must leave the dream. 

I leave behind the city of dreams and travel the paths of awakening. I must leave the dream for now but I will return. I always return to the storied paths of the eternal dream.