Dreamers
The dreamer dreams,
Of silver, spiral suns,
And golden moons,
On a world far away.
Chill oceans are lapping,
On frosty shores,
And misty coves,
On a world far away.
Wind screeches through,
The tall and bitter peaks,
On a world far away.
Vast forests wreathed,
In a perpetual mist,
Cast a midnight gloom,
On a world far away.
Mighty plains stretch,
Crisscrossed with rivers,
Blanketed in mist,
On a world far away.
Deserts dry and forlorn,
Are strewn with canyons,
And dangers untold,
On a world far away.
Copyright © Evan Griffin | Year Posted 2015
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