That which dreams
Is not it seems, golden arbor, gentle rain, or summers burning gleam.
Not just at least, but more than any simple vision of serene or somber scene.
Waters of life, drift by, catch the fire beyond Mercury’s endless sky, for those who chance to see true seam.
Waking truth of dreams reprieve, find again chance to believe, wake, listen, both rain and tree. In their song find that which dreams.
Posted Jul 17, 2022, 3:05 PM UTC · edited
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