Dreams

Sid Greene

Living Litterateur
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Dreams
Why do I have dreams?
It’s nothing as it seems
For its worth is like air
Its ends are not oft fair
It talks to my emotions
With all sorts of notions
Hushing reality behind
Making my mind blind
Plunging my senses deep
Into a vast ocean’s keep
It teases me until morn
Dies only to be reborn
Emerging from a cocoon
A butterfly of the moon
They are wings of our soul
A true blessing for us all
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