The Dream of a Poet
When my eyes close
I do not see the dreams that you see
My reality does not match with yours
Flowers dance on fields of Kelly green grass
Swaying in warm breezes
Whose melodic tones play an ancient symphony
With a rhythm added by a million gliding birds
A song written on a sky of pastel blues and shining white
Clouds circle around ancient mountains
Creating strands of silky threads
The sun rises and sets before my eyes
Casting shadows over the entire world
Days fade and night grows around me
Stars and plants float across a field of ebony
Dimly lighting a world of my creation
This is the world which gives me the words of my poems
This is a poet’s dream
And it is who I am
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