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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