dreamed away

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

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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