Milomi's world

Can one dream so vividly
That reality is distorted? The mind is
Lost in the folds of a blanket
Called memory

Wide-eyed, searching for the same
Joy, freedom, magic,
Found in a dream. Soaking in
The richness of this place

Senses overwhelmed with bright stars
That hurt the head, but
Soothed by the comfortable scent of
Caramel and cinnamon.
Once again, plunging into darkness not knowing what to expect

New acquaintances made, heads nodded, hands shook,
Shouldering coats, tipping hats, crunching gravel underneath shoes,
Roses offered, gloves kissed, heels spun on too quick.

Walking through a fairytale
Under curtains of crystals
Watching the sky fade to early dawn
Stars twinkling in, announcing your return
You wake up. And your dream has just begun.

Written by
Milomi.

Inspired drawn from a book- The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern.

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