Dreams in my youth I had them,
Forgotten now in age.
And those whoms dreams, went
Unrealized, there dreams they had for me.
Like the morning sun, bright and yellow
And at night,
The dark could show to me the star's.
Yet the moon it seemed to me,
It rose and set just you and out of reach.
And like most whom had these dreams
Awake, between my sleep.
In sleep my dreams I had in sleep seemed
As close as dreams could come.
Between me and my dream.
So I look back and it looks back at me, no longer
Dark no longer light, I'm cought here in between.
I started out no older than a man, now as a child,
As I grow older now like you, I can't remember how.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018
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