HubPages: Dreaming and Awakening

Night owls are more likely to experience nightmares as compared to the early-birds?

Far away from the daily rat race, I look for a place,

Off grid where I can pray and meditate,

And possibly transcend into another world,

The ultimate Off Grid back to the land,

Where my soul can run naked for the race that is set.

Away from the hustle and bustle of human race,

Off grid I go where lovely creatures are free,

On a vast open space I fly away, no one cares,

Ascending, descending round the pillars of hope,

This is it my friend, I am finally here.

Away from my earthly flesh Off grid I reign,

In this metaphysical world I am a deity,

A royal Goddess of time and fate itself,

Off grid I go as Stella of Thutmose,

Where cosmic rays shadows are great.

The longing I feel is peacefully obtained,

Off grid where my soul is completely serene,

Heaven is for real and my spirit is free,

I’m a clever fighter in one hundred battles,

Mysteriously defeating the demon of darkness.

Off grid, I go where I gather more strength,

For torrential water splashing on my face,

From the deepest valley I dig for courage in subtlety,

Whispering no secrecy with my divine creator,

Triumphantly, this art of war I must conquer.

Haven it is off grid where no one is imperil in space,

How else could I describe this no baffling place,

Come peep and have a glimpse off grid,

Experience bliss and eternal peace, I am here my friend,

No uncertainties where my heavenly Father awaits.

But then I woke up from this sea of dreams,

I realized then that Off grid was just a dream,

My neighbor's strumming in the middle of the night,

How do I go back to bed, no use to whine I said,

I stood up and hummed, no one cares.

I was dreaming and upon awakening,

Found myself on HubPages, hubbing in the Universe.

Copyright @ CrisSp~TM / 04-2012. Read me: "The heart of my soul speaks to the soul of my heart by writing." ~