Dozing

Leaning back against the earth, I watch the sky populated by fabulous towers of ivory;
Mythical cities with minarets wherein princesses in diaphonous gowns await
The winged messengers of their gallant lovers;
Mysterious castles where great kings vie for mystic prizes of gold and onyx,
Pewter and sapphire;
Vaulted cathedrals housing icons of occult and wondrous religions
Old when mankind was young.
I fill my eyes and soul with the magic of life, and quietly slip
Into dream.

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