Dreams Of Ancient Buildings

Last night I had a dream
I was in an old, dusty church.
I lay on my back
On the cold stone ground
And let the peace 
Of this ancient building
Seep into my skin.
I closed my eyes
And lay for a while
Before the room filled
With warm, coloured light.
I felt myself rising slowly
From the ground.
Then suddenly, it went dark
And cold once more
And before I hit
The stony floor,
I woke.

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