Lucid Dreaming

In the realm where shadows gracefully play,

Awake in a dream, where night turns to day.

With conscious intent, I wander the skies,

Beyond the confines of slumber’s disguise.

Colors dance vividly, each hue a delight,

As whispers of wonder unfold in the night.

Floating on clouds woven from silken threads,

I’m free to explore where imagination spreads.

I soar with the eagles, dive deep in the sea,

Reality bends into shapes that are free.

Time slips through my fingers, a fluid expanse,

In this vivid theater, I guide every chance.

But amidst all the marvel, there lies a sweet thread,

The power of choice, as I weave what is said.

Awake in my dreaming, I grasp at the seams,

Crafting a world born from shimmering dreams.

So let me embrace this enchanting embrace,

Where fantasy swells in an infinite space.

For in lucid flights, I discover anew,

The magic of dreaming, and all it can do.