Sometimes I wake up in the moment
I look around and I think
How foreign this all is
How strange
Moon rising
I’m flying
From one place to the next
And suddenly the world around me is so new in a confusing way
The green seems wrong
The sky seems dark
Yes the sky seems dark but the spark is small
And alone
And as a great dragon swoops from the sky above
I think
How magnificent these clouds
That’s not the way they are back home
Wondering
Waiting
To learn where home is
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