dream trickles by anelephantcant
as the morning light
softly
dispels
the shades of the night
which linger
carelessly
behind small buildings
under verdant trees
beneath tumbled hedgerows
so the waking mind
anxiously
futilely
forlornly
follows the cloudy fragments
of a dream
as it trickles
temptingly
elusively
achingly
through the crevices
of consciousness
slipping
barely seen
behind
pillars of reason
columns of sanity
walls of understanding
built to protect
the soul
from
innocence
terror
truth
leaving behind
wonder
confusion
and an almost tangible sense of loss
anelephantcant 
Dear Elephant,
You’ve taken my breath away with this one. Bravo!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Absolutely brilliant!
Through the rhythm and movement of the piece we revisit the familiar moment when the dream eludes our thinking mind. Gorgeous images fade with awaking consciousness. Exceptional Really.
Oh comme j’aime celui-ci!
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