The Dream

He’s been here before,

Into the surrealism of the dream long known.

With wings to fly,

and gear to drive.

He never gave in,

Never too bold to try.

The song sung for a while,

To yield in and die.

But, the waves can never remain with the shore,

The music urged him to explore.

Beneath the stubborn hearts,

And the glitter in the stars.

With feary feathers,

And a countenance aplomb.

The storm is raging on,

On a turf unknown.

 

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