Sands of Dream
Thank the space gods its Friday! Time to play in the Endless of all that is or was or ever will be. From dreams, we come and to dreams, we return. We awake in the nothing in the realm of possibility. There is magic within, a hopeful light, a sweet sorrow, a memory of times, gone. For every morrow there is a story to write. For every moment there is stillness and delight. We become one with the cosmic dance. We birth new worlds and new beginnings. We are what we can be, for we are what we dream.
