"The past is history, the future a mystery, but the now is a gift...that's why it's called the present"
Dreams
January 20, 2009Dreams
On its boundaries I tread
Leading me to a fantasy realm
As fiction pops into my head
Reality in distortion
The imagination in hyperdrive
The body in unconscious form
Creativity in the mind
Time has no meaning
Wishes have no end
Until the light of morning comes
In my world I will pend
Knights saving damsels
Fairies of the night
Monsters under my bed
Angels taking flight
Places yet to be found
People yet to be met
Stories yet to be told
Fate yet to be set
Dawn’s first streak of light
A fairytale out in the blue
Fiction becomes reality
Dreams do come true
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