Dreams, dreams, dreams, mine are quite
transient and serene
Flung from fingers inside of me, strumming
the inmost scars of my dreams
Over the mountains, far across the sea,
a maiden, she awaits for me
Her heart vaster than the galaxy, deeper
than the abyss
Cross over the canyons, past a few
violent winds
She's like the sun rising, and soaring beyond
my wildest dreams
Sleep, sleep, sleep, there's a fireplace
to my frozen dreams
And she melts the nightmares and sprinkle
them down to the sea
And all the midnight goats and all the pigs
afar retreat,
As she swells brimming the heavens
like a muezzin
Dreams, dreams, dreams, am nothing
but a fool
Wearing her shadow like a pair of
my favourite shoes
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Wow! It seems like you have quite a colorful dream life, Kampanje. Like your poem.
Thank you