The Dream Collector
I collect words
as the Reaper collects souls
telling the story
just before it unfolds
distinctly descriptive
played out into scenes
as if the stage lights up
I'm awake in my dreams
I collect data
with the scan of bright eyes
soaking in surroundings
my retinas describe
in the blink of an instant
I stop, as I think
whatever this place is
its my oasis, I drink
Just before the reflection collapses
I've seen a glimpse of my end
all the faces smile at me
of my ancestors, within
I keep it with me, to this very day
it helps me excel now, in a familiar way
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Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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