Dreams

Why do I have dreams?

It’s nothing as it seems
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For its worth is like air

Its ends are not oft fair
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It talks to my emotions

With all sorts of notions
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Hushing reality behind

Making my mind blind
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Plunging my senses deep

Into a vast ocean’s keep
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It teases me until morn

Dies only to be reborn
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Emerging from a cocoon

A butterfly of the moon
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They are wings of our soul

A true blessing for us all

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