Dreaming of a Nights Rest

A devotion to most all dreams is seasonal A simple rotating cycle coming back to backs front leaves most in fear stricken awe, So many dreams florish in the minds of millions as millions florish in the dream of a dream. Two steps forward through the past leaves you one step ahead of the future but not quite past the present as the present passed with your eyes upon the previous line. Poetry is devotion to the past with the present mindstate of knowing the future. Although I cannot say until I dream up another scheme of repetitive poetrys past being reborn through your childrens children and celebrated in the minds of weary millions too tired to dream of just a nights rest...