Dreams
Dreams
My dreams they are of magic,
Strong and beautiful dreams,
With atmospheres of joy,
That lift my self esteem.
They cast a spell around me
As I drift into my sleep.
And cover me with goodness,
That brings a joy so deep.
But when the dawn is breaking
And the night is nearly done,
My precious dreams are broken
And I wake to find the sun.
The rising sun it takes away
All my precious thoughts.
Of a world that once was real.
A world that now is gone.
Copyright © Emer Ni Bhroin | Year Posted 2011
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