Power Of The Dream Poem by Rebecca Wiles
Power Of The Dream
Night time gathers with silent feet,
as the moon arises in the sky.
Tired souls are fast asleep,
as echoing stillness lingers by.
Then comes the power of the dream,
softly pouring from height and depth.
like a gentle running stream,
an echoing song; a whispering breath.
'Come, come dreamer, enter here
into a world where all can be.
Where all who touch can draw near,
and so become a memory.'
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