Dreams forgotten Dreams the fragile threads broken like hearts. We cry tears of regret for the dream of what never was. Except in dreams. Silly, isn't it? as we consider the dream is the one thing they can never take away. Dream the one thing in our desperate search for ourselves we find and then forget. Is there truth in Dreams? of Life? of Death? Whose fault then, the lost Dream? A Dream of perfect Joy! Is it Life or Death that shatters it? Or is some natural mechanism at work that enables us to live and love in the real world... The Dream a keel sunk deep into pools of consciousness... that steadies us allows upright passage in unsettled seas. If we sail... fly a painless journey of adventure and awake to merciless agonies of the soul who would fault our forgetfulness? Dream and forget But Dream and soar as sleep opens another door a gentle lifting of the wing's gift singing being not what never was, but always does the good we might not know.
Reason for writing:
just dreams
Birth sign: Capricorn
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