Why do I have
dreams?
It’s nothing as
it seems
*
*
For its worth is
like air
Its ends are not
oft fair
*
*
It talks to my
emotions
With all sorts of
notions
*
*
Hushing reality
behind
Making my mind
blind
*
*
Plunging my senses
deep
Into a vast ocean’s
keep
*
*
It teases me
until morn
Dies only to be
reborn
*
*
Emerging from a
cocoon
A butterfly of
the moon
*
*
They are wings of
our soul
A true blessing
for us all
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