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I want to drift on these cotton wool clouds
on a bed that is white, in a wind that is warm,
to stare into space while my senses reign
in a realm that is far beyond.
...where witches dance dances of daring enchantment
and elves are entrenched with their eyes,
captured in chosen surrender that burns
in their soul as they take in the night.
Before their eyes dreams they have dreamt appear
in the whiff of a scattering cloud,
pixies stream gaily through crystal clear air
bringing fairy dust raining down.
It’s here that you yield to the subtle display
of expansion emitted to you,
and fly on the currents of angel's wings
as peace fin’ly flows through you.