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Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

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FRAGRANCE OF RAIN 
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


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raindrops dance


raindrops dance

The falling
raindrops dance, a
bearing wall
retains his memories
of years before,
constructing
solitude, invite his
soul
and form continuum,
above to soar.

Reminding paragon
among beach plum,
intently they
behold, when words
indite,
a skyward calling
are the raindrops'
thrum,
the mirroring of
stares and souls'
invite.

And as the raindrops
dance around and
jump
belike she comes,
'mid silences aboard
foreshadowing the
rainfall drops that
thump,
their night defines
again the winds'
accord.

Her grandness in the
mistle's waving
forms
a solemn cause
became of diamond
storms.

© 06-15-2013, G.
Venetopoulos, All
rights reserved


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Spring Rain

The rain fell gently through the night
It tapped upon my window pane
Like friends from days of long ago
Who called for me to come and play
I listened for a child like voice
But only heard the cold wet wind
It moaned and whispered in my ear
Until it calmly died away
This call I will not answer now
I'll stay within my cozy den
I'll sit beside my friendly fire
And listen to the rain come down

And here I'll rest and dream and sigh
While nature plays her lullaby



(free flowing sonnet)


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OUR MIDNIGHT PLACE

 OUR MIDNIGHT PLACE
As certain as the rains do fall in spring,
will be my love, for you to have and hold,
and know you now--my rain of love will bring
to you, all joy of which all love is told.

No one could ever count the drops that fall,
and so is put together, love for you,
numbers cannot be given them at all,
though put together, one is what will do.

And every single drop adds beauty there
to something we can call a rainy day,
to fill with love, made up, from everywhere,
the drops of life that make love what we say.

Our midnight place, your front porch, dreaming of
each drop of rain that's filled with so much love.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


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A Middle Ground, Please

(A Vondelet Sonnet Variation)

When clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain,
as angels whisper crimson, blue and green
to bring a Spring of promise, wild with gain,
while sister states hold down a strong desire
for smell of raindrop pelts on dry terrain;
our windshield wipers sing a break-dance song
cocooned within a vacuum too arcane
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.

Yet now we join our neighbors’ glum refrain
to pray for moisture measured to prolong;
our plants show wilted heads bent down in pain
while air, intense with heat, forecasts a fire.

As angels whisper crimson, blue and green,
the earth greens up as winter hides again,
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.


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Dancing With the Rain

One day there came a shower of delight, which pitter-pattered on my window pane. With youth’s exuberance, my mind took flight. Outside I ran, embracing April’s rain. How sweet its scent! My soul was filled with mirth, for I was truly living in the “now.” Upon my lips, I tasted earth’s rebirth as spring’s refreshment fell upon my brow. I paused nearby my ornamental pear, inhaling deeply, hearing sky fall’s sound. The world was singing; fragrance filled the air. I then began to twirl and twirl around. Oh, how I wish to feel that way again - so young and hope-filled, dancing with the rain! Written 11/13/13 by Andrea Dietrich for nette onclaud's Fragrance of Rain Poetry Contest


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Kiss the Rain

I Kiss the rain for it hides the tears 
As they flow down my face
All the bottled up sadness and fears
They won't look out of place 

For no one can tell that I'm in pain 
How heavy my heart may be
When I stand up tall and kiss the rain
The drops will hide so no one can see

They say the rain will cleanse you
Just Like a shower or a bath
So I'll use the rain to renew
To Decide upon a new path

So kiss the rain when you need to
No one will know but you. 



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A Kiss in the Pouring Rain

A kiss in the night, in the pouring rain She knows real passion, makes me quite insane I love the romance that she exhibits Blowing me away into little bits Each part of me still burns with loving awe I kiss her back by, I do grab and maw Exploring every part of her body I enjoy the awesome sensuality As the rain pours our hearts meld into one Our heart beats, blood’s rushing, nothing is gone We blend, our flesh slides, we find utter heights Flying higher than those grand, massive kites I kiss her in the night under the rain Our love will last always, it will remain Russell Sivey


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Reminiscing the Scent of Rain

There’s a certain force of the rain that flows That brings the scent to the forefront and grows On concrete the fragrance is a fresh grey Dull way to bring a stonewash smell to play It only comes when it first starts to rain Smell that pleases the senses without pain Not hot, just a cool rain will bring it up No scent can compare to this smell close-up At times it’s pungent, a fresh dirty smell Lifting the nose beyond where one does dwell Aroma like floating grainy gruffness Gnawing the insides bringing a roughness The fragrance wafts at the start of the rain Marking the scent of stone with water drain
Russell Sivey Contest: FRAGRANCE OF RAIN Sponsor: nette onclaud 11/16/2013


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Droplets of Heaven

OLD POEM: GRAY SKY FALLS (SIJO)

Paralyzed sunshine of the day, gray kissed skyscrapers in faint
Blurry dance stuck in the air as the dew pervades some occlusions
Day sketched gloom in beauty behind the droplets of breezy nimbus

NEW POEM:

Thy painter of sky smiled from altitudes
The angels flew, danced amid the wet clouds
Coloring mist, dust of beatitude
Heaven's gate roared, the lightning showed some proud

The veil of universe lurks from behind
The shades crawl slow, camouflaged by the dark
Droplets pervade the odor of sweet mind
Like the smell of a wet land, the yearn park

Breezes whistle through the aisles of droplets
Caressing the skin while sky sheds its tears
Gaze to the stunning gloom in violets
The sparks steal some moments, shines with no fears

Flood recede and leaves caught the rest of rain
As my heart fades from melancholy, drained

****************************************************************
4th position
Metamorph
Sponsor	Debbie Guzzi


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Kindest Stars

I look up high, the stars return the stare Of a polite sight, quiet everywhere The largest stars bleed onto the skyscape Rolling black velvet with its light escape Some three trees extend their heights before me Showered by raining stars delicately Light emitted is grand and quite mighty Even smallest ones of delight are free It’s a dartboard that’s a lite-bright behind Exposing the great glowing stars in kind The trees lead me upwards to the heavens Where the universe uniquely begins The sky holds my kindest stars of delight To treasure each night of my life in sight Russell Sivey


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Autumn's Breath

The autumn rain falls, drip, drip, drip on down As crisp as the breath of fall I don’t drown I love the feel of the autumn evening Being so filled with rain a great feeling Rain cooled by the sky and the air fallen As the clouds reaches nearer to the glen They explode with the grey life of evening My feelings in this time go exploring The ground is slightly wet and the air damp There is little light within the sky’s lamp I sense the coolness of the evening air Showing I truly love it and I care The near night feel radiates peace and calm Dampness with a chill is within my palm
Russell Sivey Contest: Autumn's Breath Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 8/13/2013


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festal dance


The mirror's image was a thought and wraith
their solemn instances to reproduce
Fall's auburn pictures of October eighth,
became in air the leafage of white spruce,

Her face diffused on an abandoned field
where solitude reminded of her smile,
advancing night on crayon black had sealed
their song the ferns recalled and distant isle.

The train advanced where its repeated thud
exchanged the fading lights for night's dark glance;
was their abandoned symphony's ballad
- embellished synthesis and festal dance?

Evanescent the train surpassed his stare
- befalling were the stars like vows of e'er.

© G.V. 06-03-2013 All rights reserved
(This poem has never been in a contest before.)



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Black and White World

In the black and white world that’s here at night Keeping limited viewing with our sight The moon is present and helps a little And the rain doesn’t help, it belittles You can see by the small amount of light But without color, which adds to the fright The rain is pouring and the moon’s beaming Having me to see somewhat, it’s gleaming I walk within this rain, the moon to play I don’t know what to do nor what to say I stand too long and I’m drenched completely I’m one with nature, I’m surely crafty I go along now in the black and white My eyes aren’t able to see enough light
Russell Sivey


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Taller than the winds


The solemn lives on skyward paths ascend
their pass on fields aside the Mistral tunes,
ambrosian solitude, to skies' transcend
confreres of sweeping winds and smiling moons.

You'll live in solitude when sail boats brail
remote and strong then you'll transform to shades
expatriated on your dreams lost trail
- your unattended feasts no time abrades.

Amid the shades be taller than the winds
when slopes receive your soul's' disruptive flow
will be the carmine spring that weaves rescinds
betrothment that the runnel wraiths bestow.

The baptismal winds' mystery refrain
ascending, taller makes your soul than rain.

© 06-29-2013


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A Water Sonnet

Rivers roll, across the lands
and their song is heard, by many ears.
While oceans roll, upon the sands 
and cry their crystal tears.

The tides will help to cleanse the earth; 
sand-showers; they are free.
Though ocean-lands, may have a wide girth;
the tides will find it, yes siree!

Water is the source of life; 
a precious, roaming gift.
A lack of water, produces strife
and sands, they cannot shift.

So pray, the rain, will always come.
To water’s music; life must hum.


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ALL SEEMS WELL AGAIN

Rain descends like heavens anguish on streets
Where souls cower in doorways, shivering.
A mindset pervades the city – that’s mine.
More by urgent need ignore the deluge!

I think of magic and incantations.
I think of prayers and words of power.
I think of souls whose time is not their own.
I think in awe – divine intervention.

Sheets of rain wash the streets like water
On a tray. The cities tilting as a sea
Saw and dizzy notions gather in pools
Along its gutters – divine intervention?

Just then the rain stops abruptly, clouds pass
Mindset disperses – all seems well again!


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Every Day

The pigeon-shaded sidewalk glistened wet
After swimming all night under rain
That poured from charcoal-coloured clouds and met
With feathers ruffling in disdain.

It was still dark as thunder in the sky,
As if the sun decided to sleep in -
Preferring to be silent in his rise,
To let those giants in gray play violin.

Electric bolts danced briefly in the distance. 
The warning bell that followed rumbled low,
Complaining of his dreary coexistence 
Between that fire and the rain that fell below.

Until at last the sun came out to play,
Instilling hope that maybe, this time, she would stay.  


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Till Shines The Day

Tenderly hits the rain on the window

Cheers my heart as it sweeps away the dust

Fits me between roses of green meadow

Deluding me to dream, or so I must

So softly it fell as poets may tell

Passes on the gentle chill of winter

Carries me to you as I hoped it will

Lost dreams to miss, and nights to remember

Still I remember what nights left behind

Still I rejoice when rain knocks on the door

As it flames my heart, too hopeful yet blind

To shine on sweet moments I have no more

For as rain drops sneak when sun is away

So does my heart, steals dreams till shines the day


From: Echoes (http://wp.me/1om48)


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Why are cold stars red and hot stars blue

Why are cold stars red and hot stars blue?
I asked Sherry, ma chéri, whilst stargazing
yesternight she and I, only us, hands holding;
Why are hot stars blue and cold stars red?
I asked her anew 'cause I thought she knew;
Her mouth motionless–her eyne tears shed.
Why are blue stars hot and red stars cold?
She kept on weeping, still voicing no reply;
Barefoot, as usual–her feet gladly I behold.
Why are red stars cold and blue stars hot?
No answer but an osculation was all I got.
Lying on the grass yesternight, she and I,
Rainwater started pouring over the lass
And me, yesternight, lying on the grass.


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The Streets of Positano

Four days in, the picture frame is Positano,
The falling rain, the silence of our separation.
Unexplained, unravelling threads of expectation,
This is real, we came undone in Positano.

City of dreams, threshold to the lives of many,
Ancient streets, supporting the weight of shuffling feet.
Lonely streets, wet with the tears of Positano.
Thoughts of home, I thought I knew which way to turn,
Walking with you, my feet got clumsy and insecure,
Coming undone, our truth came out in Positano.

Sometimes, we are back again in that passing moment,
Beyond these walls, our souls come out to join and thrive.
Love was alive, and rose like the sun to light the sky,
Once in a life, we were close on the streets of Positano.


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sapphire storms


At night his thoughts her lines of face recall,
the rains of winter months fall like before
constructing solitude invite his soul,
wist false assumptions won't exist to soar.

Reminding paragon next to shore plums
beforetime they beheld where words indite,
and on the asphalt where the raindrops thrum
the mirrored stars his stare and soul invite.

And as the raindrops dance around and jump
belike she comes, in silence to abord
foreshadowing the rainfall drops that thump
their night defines again the winds' accord.

Her grandness in the rain's dance waving forms
a solemn cause became of sapphire storms.

© G.V. 06-15-2013 :)


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Drunken Poets

Rain coming down with a vengeance
On this stormy moonless night
Flooding the barren seaside town
Where drunken poets used to write

Days were brighter, the gin was cheap
The place the trio used to meet
Lies and stories mightily spewed
Making their lonely lives complete
 
Tempers high and fortunes lost
Our trio's days would soon be gone
A spilled drink, an unpaid bar bill
A frightful meeting with guns drawn

They say the men still haunt this town
Empty souls roaming all around


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Feel the Rain

I can feel the rain drops, go drip drop drip,
I wish to let thy sound to only let thy 
Rain cripple into my ears and to clip,
 
The burning fierce fires away from thou mind,
I ask for no such thing as help I cry,
For letting the rain go but I do find,
 
That I feel un-safe I am scared, I nip,
At myself with a blade cause I want die,
I hear and feel the fierce fires rising up, 
 
As I carry out my last tear I fear,
I think of sweet silence that could be dear,
Dearly beloved I do want to cheer,
Cheer loud and clear that the war with myself,
Has been conquered by me, yes by me.


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We are math

Electrons fulfill their wave equations
Bonding polarities shift their vectors
Giving way for kinase phosphorations
On a channel near neural connectors

Anions build within the cell's walls
So Potassium plays with its mates
Sheltered from large sodium rainfalls
By fat magnesium blocking the gates

A signal could pass and make it rain
From many parts throughout the brain
But most frequencies are duly spurned
Unless its what these neighbors learned

The right signal comes, but it's passed on stronger
For the potassium flees the rain a little longer
They push against the kinase's phosphate
To make their departure a tad more late

The vesicles blow from the rain saying go
Making sure the next neuron hears clear
Pushing hard to keep that thought's flow
So even the inhibited get their ass in gear

The kinase made the switch, because it wanted change
Cued by serotonin to increase the shout range
And why then did it decide to override inhibition?
The sight of new light gave the brain a mission

It's sad serotonin is so sparse in society
Because our missions get no cheer to be clear
The neurons just stay safe without variety
And duty always seems eclipsed by fear


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Indispensable Essence, 2

 (Shakespearean)

Against the sky, the weathered land now sinks
as water pours its force upon the earth
'til mossy glades become the tattered links
between the ocean's rim and mountain's girth.
A drought creates the stagnant puddle-scum
unfit to slake the thirst of man or ape
while life on earth will shrink and soon become
too weak to fight disease or seek escape.
Yet streams still flow with water fresh and clean
to nourish all of life within their range,
as pastures blossom, lush in verdant green,
from rain which curries earth in soft exchange.
        As life cannot continue without breath,
        a rainless land may gather only death.


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A SWEET SAD SONNET

 

My mornings smiled in the faint gleam of the moon,
while we sat together and held our soon,
the new water is cold but colder was my hand,
and the passion of your palms probed them in the sand,
you looked into my eyes and told me all about you,
the night slowly faded and the sky turned blue,
I hesitated to tell: oh! your gracious eyes true,
and I confessed the only girl I loved was you!

But those days were short,you spurned me through,
Oh! I rained to sow,prosperity and then flooded you!
Yet I am patient - patient like the drops of rain to wet,
counting-cherishing-concoting,the pattering on my breath!
The clouds if you bear me,there are volumes to share,
There will be rain again - no flood when we are together!!


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Accidental Rain

The clear water fell like thunder blinding
my sight from the over burdened skies.
The scent of water forever binding,
reproached at last, our earthly ties.

For there is hope in these cool waters,
to feed all of nature at its glance,
and refresh the earth as its barter,
revealing life's common circumstance.

Yet, as the fresh scent of water breaths,
dryness in the deserts howl and moan.
Only two days of water this winter teased,
our desert is not a valley home.
      As summer compels us toward grief,
      The heat only doused the brown leaf.

August 8, 2014
An Accident


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Canopy Of Cedars

Canopy of Cedars across the road
Offers a covering, a protection
Little rain upon it this morn abode
But in open field raindrops reflection

The field of Cedars was coated damp, too
Saturated with moisture from night's rain
Delightful morn to enjoy the gray hue
Solitude awhile definitely my gain

Solitude for the soul, inner being
Lifts, restores, refreshes spirit cleanses
Mourning Dove coos melodious singing
Alone but not alone soul appeases

Spilling and giving inner resources
As rain of the night gave its cadences


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OUR MIDNIGHT PLACE

 OUR MIDNIGHT PLACE
As certain as the rains do fall in spring,
will be my love, for you to have and hold,
and know you now--my rain of love will bring
to you, all joy of which all love is told.

No one could ever count the drops that fall,
and so is put together, love for you,
numbers cannot be given them at all,
though put together, one is what will do.

And every single drop adds beauty there
to something we can call a rainy day,
to fill with love, made up, from everywhere,
the drops of life that make love what we say.

Our midnight place, your front porch, dreaming of
each drop of rain that's filled with so much love.


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Silver Lining

From a nebulous black portentous mass
Like layers of charcoal brushed on the sky
Billowing towers in all shades of white
Rise up like demons nearly five miles high

Suffocating the majestic mountains
And brooding over the boiling grey sea
Speaking with forked tongue and a warning voice
About the rain of fury we’ll soon see

Oppressive air foretells of your coming
You have no stealth with your bickering
Synapses trigger within your dull head
You have no stealth with your flickering

Then comes the hard rain nourishing the earth
Nature’s breast feeding all of nature’s birth ~


(Modern sonnet)


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An Autumn Scene

The autumn sun shines through the near naked trees exposing recent abandoned thrush nests
those months before were hidden from Mans eyes. The lingering colored, crisp, dying leaves
precariously cling until late November winds and rain end their brief lives leaving only
their scented remains on the ground.


A scorpion sun shines through near naked
Trees exposing vacant, forsaken nests
Where blue robin eggs laid comfortable hid
From probing Mans eyes and unwelcome guests.
The lingering, colored, crisp, dying leaves
Cling to the branches precariously
Until the blustering wind starts to heave
Its gusts from the north unrelentingly. 
Apropos of rain it soon will follow
Deluging hapless, defenseless brown leafs.
The wind and the rain display a grand show
Dislodging the leaves whose lives were so brief.
After the lull of the wind and the rain
What’re left on the ground are scented remains.


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Tears

There is a man standing in the rain in a cemetery in front of his deceased wife's gravesite. He appears to be crying. Her death occurred years ago and left him with everlasting grief. He is resigned to this fact so everything he sees and hears casts him further into this state of mind.
This day is no different than all the previous times, except this time, the rain, a bird and a sound of bells contribute to his continued descent.

The rain concealed the tears he shed today.
He cried this way so many times before
but always alone. No rain can wash away
his anguish, anxiety... nevermore!
A tiny feathered harbinger alight 
her stone and cocked its head. A drop of rain
upon its beak that seemed to weep in sight
of him, a tear; then takes to flight again.
A distant tintinnabulation from
a church’s belfry pealed so mournfully.
He muses: fleeting wings of death had come
and taken from me so prematurely
my lover, leaving only heavens tears
to drench my heart with sadness all these years.


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Thirst for Life 2

(Blank Verse Sonnet)

Autumn sun at noon lends wilting ordeal,
and scorches earth to wither blossoms' face;
the breath to whistle shrinks away to aught,
and throats athirst are choking with no spit.

As turtles, lizards, thirsty toads cry out
for rain, the birds begin a shelter search;
the trees dig deeper, leaves become dry curl,
and life performs a drooping dance of death.

Yet rain has come, a slow, obscure nimbus;
as showers mantle earth with warm, wet tears,
the dry-bed rivers rise as children splash,
and wakened earthworms twine back on the job.

We stand here hand in hand to sniff the air,
breathe in, and watch new life return to earth. 






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The Dreamer

Tears fall like rain from his eyes,
trying hard to drown his sorrow,
Where once there were clear blue skies,
now left facing another gray tomorrow,
Left feeling alone and empty once more,
The Dreamer stands with his heart in his hands,
as another love walks out the door,

A flame that once burned vibrant and strong,
has now become just a dying ember,
A heart that sang a joyous song,
now as cold as the snow in December,
Left behind now just another memory,
The Dreamer cries, As he tries,
to hold onto his dream,

A man once so full of joy and love,
who cherished each and every tomorrow,
Now stares at the rain clouds up above,
and tries to hold back his sorrow,
He gave his heart to a love so true,
truly the best he had ever known,
The Dreamer goes on as tine goes on,
in our memories he will always roam.