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What Dreams May Come

I sit here in my silence
In the early hours of morn
Watching colors on the horizon
Of another day being born

I slowly rise from my bed
My eyes still heavy from sleep
I think once more of the promise
Of a heart mine to keep

Reality grasps at my hand
Its touch so cold and unkind
I so long for the warmth
Of the dreams in my mind

Another crystal tear falling
Must I again face the day?
Should I mourn for the eve sky?
Shall I wish daylight away?

For until fate finds itself kind
Bringing our worlds to be one
I must live for the night
And what dreams may come....

~THE FLOWING PEN~
5-29-05





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