Dreaming Slowly

  I’m dreaming slowly; of the sights I haven’t seen.

  The murmurs in the darkness and the voices in my dreams.

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  I forged worlds for words and lived in them for days

  Now my only wish is to see them on the page.

  I travelled alone across deserts and I’ve warred alongside friends.

  Half of them only I could see but both were real come the end.

  My hours pass so pleasantly, enraptured by mind’s eye’s gaze.

  If only you could see what I can see; and forever be at play.

  Sometimes this world seems so big and yet also so small.

  Lives defined by cold tickboxes and no time to live them all.