Theater of Dreams
Above these sculptured hills rise
Dazzling white clouds sail the sky
Meandering breeze strides 'cross gorges of green
With fragrant sweet spices from sources unseen
Ascending, unending: commanding our eyes
Beholding their glory raptured on high
Be there an Architect of vapors design
Who masters order, from course to fine
Radiates refracted, Autographed Light
Guiding the billow and nimbus aright?
Achromatic, brilliant mist gleams
Clouds converging, ever emerging
Rest o’er this valley: Theater of Dreams
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