Sunday, July 31, 2011

Dream Time

DREAM TIME

I watched dawn’s fading crescent moon
And the night’s last twinkling star
The light blue morning had come too soon
When the night’s long journey seemed so far

The journey was a book of dreams
Dreams are the opiate of the night
They’re both good and bad it seems
But they always run from morning light

Would that the night go on and on
Let the dawn be many hours away
For only at night dreams are drawn
They fade away in the light of day

If we could choose the length of night
If we could pick the dreams we see
We would welcome dawn’s blue light
And know the night has set us free

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