In that sloth before waking up a dream may come
And vanish without trace, unless its vividness
Is noted on a scrap of paper or saved in cyber-space.
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Truly, dreams acknowledge life it's mirth and woe.Loved reading the poem
Love the first stanza, I also wake up and write it down, using a flashlight to see with! Love this line: Symbols of transience in boundless Eternity. Beautiful dream-like quality with gentle rhythms singing in the background. Great poem, Ananta! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn