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So do my reverie and I
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What you call dream, I see as realistic movies. At least, mine are so real that I got to think I
travel while I sleep. I can go from tropic to arctic, from Empyrean to Asgard, swinging by the
Olympian. I speak languages unknown to this reality - sometimes with words, sometimes
with the heart. I fly like a dove with the wisdom of an owl. My aura multiplies while the
physicality that dwells in me recharges to bloom again.
What I call the dream, I see as life. Mine is quite unusual. You must take a good shot of
dreamy imagery to grasp. What keeps me breathing is the muse. It can take any shape - an
antique scenery, the morning breeze, songs from the past, the magic within a pearl, a
photograph in sepia taken in the 50s, a talk with a friend.
This book is a personification of my old soul in insights and epiphanies. When they collide,
they compound poetry, whether on typewriters, whether in ink and nib, sometimes even in
ancient scripts. Reverie is the manifesto of my heart and the open wings to my soul.
~ Levy L. Wells