The Dream

One night I dreamt what couldn't be, I dreamt that I did not exist- just lifeless clouds above the sea, just drying dew and fading mist. I dreamt, one night, that all was gone- there was no after, no before, no dimpled moon, no blazing sun no one to cherish or abhor. I sank beneath the realm of dreams into an empty, dark abyss then felt the morning's golden beams and was awakened by your kiss.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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