Dreamy Magic revered in sleep, cast higher than Imagination. Two worlds, two million, one stone in the night, interlaced inside fascination. Willing, the cells, in anticipation, collecting their scraps of light. Received through the filters of time, spread thin, by the coveted darkness of mind. Praise to the heavens, not high in the sky, but deep in the burgeoning well. Where Feelings may drive, but courses are set by the cardinal sun’s elementals.
Magic Dream Imagine Receive Willing Feel Praise
