Dreams
Is a dream simply
a fancy flow?
like a river
with no real place
to go: back and forth,
all depth, mere illusion
of mind~ is a dream
only the residue of
rich pastries, with a sour
belch of wine?
Does a dream ever escape,
enter the world of touchy-feely;
bring that secret, unrequited
love, to the flesh and blood
of your longing arms, from
the mists of almost nearly? Can
one lead to wealth, a succession
of fear, the nightmare dealt with
and gone? Be then, such sleep
welcomed...and choose then wisely...
those good~ dreams to live on.
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