Endless Chances
The river flows gently near,
softly tickling my sleeping ear
like a thousand tiny bells so clear
twisting and glistening it would appear a living water of turquoise and jade
The wind whispers and I swear
the tender reeds bowed in prayer
I listened to dragons in the air
hum melodies 'neath the bluest sky
A playful breeze toys raven tress
whilst the minuette light dances
my mind slips just like her dress
I step into the dream
My sight explodes in myriad hue
as endless fields of flowers blue
the air so heavy with their dew
intoxicates my senses
I stand into a wooded glade
cool and inviting with it's shade
promising protection, giving aid
with it's army of armed branches
And then I move beneath the bower
and fear would try to make me cower
but I'm imbued of awesome power
I never fear the man says
Suddenly awake I stir and hear
dragons humming sweet and clear
my opened eyes that know no fear
are all blue skies and endless chances.
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