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Dreams of a crystal night fill my mind;

I have yet to formulate a meaning.

The night is clear and cool,

sharply defined for all to understand.

Actions and response occur

for their sounds tear through the silent hillsides.

A light in the distance,

homes are to be found here in the Valley of Stars.

My feelings shift;

off balance,

disoriented.

I’ve entered my personal nightfall.



The ground below my trembling feet is soft,

every bit as welcoming as silky sheets.

Moving forth into the valley

I discover the path of exile from Paradise.

Lines of people,

banished from their Edens,

cry in silence with the night.

They say:

“We have been ousted from our lives;

now we venture out to live in freedom.”



There are no limitations out here in the front,

out here, sins are pure.

Beauty lives in chaos;

I am cleansed and reborn.