LuciDreaming

Two o clock in the morning and I am full of good spirits, Hazy thoughts and warm memories drift around me, Suspended in the air, floating as puffs of smoke about the room It is a time when I can reassure myself life seems to be worth living I imagine the memories taking the form of ornate ships, blanketed by warm wispy clouds, A sea of airships fill the room from wall to wall, my mind breathes life into their sails, Weight into their hulls, a cosmic aura radiating out pale blue light Ethereal waves heaving against the stern, rolling from the bow, A trace of water beneath each ship, displaced in space, following as a snail trail The