Dreams
All through the night, twixt nod and blink
Toward the morning light I think…
Those jumbled, tangled, mixed-up tales
May soon be lost if memory fails.
And though they rarely harbor fear
Oft times are filled with things held dear
Of good times had, ball gowns and such
Of lovers, with their gentle touch…
If I could orchestrate them so
Direct their path, where they may go
Before I meet the morning light
Hold fast the dream, ‘fore it takes flight.
So, quick before it leaves my head
I’ll stay a while in my warm bed!
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