The Mind of Poetry
That Dream
I dream of the voices of night,
And I contemplate on the rays of day,
For the quiet tranquil mouths,
Seem to never pass away.
My mind wanders off,
To the night of that one dance.
I realize nothing has some meaning,
Though my heart has to glance.
I should not think,
And I shall not ponder,
Though the night's whispers,
Compels me to wander.
Wander off to far distant places,
Of where all comes true,
For that dance that night,
Compels me to dream all night through.
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And I contemplate on the rays of day,
For the quiet tranquil mouths,
Seem to never pass away.
My mind wanders off,
To the night of that one dance.
I realize nothing has some meaning,
Though my heart has to glance.
I should not think,
And I shall not ponder,
Though the night's whispers,
Compels me to wander.
Wander off to far distant places,
Of where all comes true,
For that dance that night,
Compels me to dream all night through.
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That Dream
That Dream
