Daily Prompt: The Golden Hour

Scantily clad in a mid-summer night’s dream

I feel the tugging of the stars on my heart’s strings

slowly depicting a moonlight melody

with tunes of imagination and fantasy

slowing jogging to the pace of my timeless breathing

and yet I sleep.

Not fully aware that the dawn of a new day

is about to devour the final hour of my somber play

sending me into a restless frenzy

that only a zombie would envy.

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