Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb. - Sir Winston Churchill

dreamed away

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the poet sleeps and they appear images so wondrous as to bring a tear they take his soul and slow his heart they fill his nights with beauty apart from all he knows in his awakened state and then they vanish into the great mystic he awakens to his prosaic day bits remain of what he cannot say my most beautiful words are dreamed away

© Deckard


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