Dreams and Dragons
Your talking dreams, now you're in my realm
The dreams are not what the actor's film
You want the truth, or fact, even faith,
reality and dream, all the same, either way
Watch me walk into the night
From darkness, I will draw forth your light
Not many can appreciate your plight
I'm the Dream Walker turning dragons into knights
A dragon that shrieks & lights up, yet a man?
But that is not what the creator had planned
You see that which dwells inside of me
Is not the same thing as a dragon you see
Once in a dream on a ledge high aloft
I jumped off the side and the facade fell off
From out of the canyon guess what arose
It was cousin to the dragon that writes in old prose
Wings bellowing on the current it flapped them you see
Beautiful and white the wings were to me
As large as a dragon yet feminine and soft
I became a white moth and to the moon, I shot off
But flying beside me where no one could see
Another white moth was traveling with me
We flew to the moon and we both gazed far off
to the earth below it looked squishy and soft
A light on a porch was the only beacon to see
I did not understand why the light beckoned me
The giant white moth somehow sets me free
Not losing my mind the white moth it was me
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