Waking up

Waking up
L.Leenaarts



Swirls of behold and unprotected misty dreams,

fetched themselves on the ceiling in spectral beams.



Imaginary words, in subconscious grammatical essence;

recomposed, brought to life and recalled into the sentence



of yesterday’s last plain and unmeaningly thought,

but by now, in the daylight’s glance pleasantly caught.
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