They crowd my dreams each night
Faces of strange men
Who passed this way before
Fired with zeal
To change the world
But never really did!
I feel I know them
Though they lived
Before my time.
I see their faces
In that other world
Despair and hopelessness etched in!
They speak a language
I do not comprehend
So I cannot help them
Though they beckon me!
Gradually, night fades away
And daylight brings me
from the land of dreams
And my rendezvous
With dreamers of yesterday.
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Dreams are what reality is made. Thanks for sharing my freind.
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Another with the poignant thoughts of years gone by. Adeline