I woke where light meets shadow’s rim, The dream dissolved but didn’t dim. A sky of glass, a breath so clear, The endless night no longer near. Thoughts untangled, sharp and bright, The edges softened in new light. I’m standing tall on shifting sand— A lucid dawn at my command. On this lucid horizon, I see— The vast unknown inside of me. No longer lost, no longer torn, A mind reborn, a soul reborn. This horizon’s not the end— It’s where the dreams begin again. I hear the echoes of the night, The whispers that once stoked my fright. Now woven into threads of gold, A tapestry both new and old. The future bends, the past aligns, A harmony of distant signs. With open eyes, I take the leap— The dream’s not done; it’s mine to keep. On this lucid horizon, I stand, With open heart and steady hand. The universe within my reach, Each thought a lesson, each breath a teach. This horizon’s not the end— It’s where the dreams begin again. No fear to hold me, no chains to bind, I’m awake, alive, and redefined. A universe vast, a mind set free— Lucid horizons calling me. The dawn is here, the night is gone, But the dream goes on… and on… and on.
