Treasure Island

Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Dream We Dream


Each person who dreams,
dreams of dreaming.
Dreaming
dreams of me.
The keeper of our dreams,
dream we dream.
Dreams, being central the poetry of me.
Dreams of wings,
from the dreaming finger.
Dreams,
where the open blue clouds.
Clothed in a world in a web,
spun from dreams.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, July 20, 2011

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