Dare The Dreamers Sleep Poem by Thomas Foreman
Dare The Dreamers Sleep
The sword is drawn!
Lain in crystal,
From its once grounded scabbard
Weaved in fibrous conception,
Heathered in beaded dew
Magik is not confined within bounds,
Nor is it in chosen temple
It is within your life,
That shines this Congress of Light
Are you found in thoughtful reflection! ?
You are as a timeless tapestry,
Rustled about in calmly costume
A voiceful carry in wanting presume...
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