My head was clear,
No dreams, so far I’d fear.
But last night I dreamed a dream,
So vivid-so it seemed.
It felt so real,
Was an ordeal,
But I awoke with sweat,
A dream I could not forget.
Etched in my mind,
Like the etchings on sea glass you find,
Tumbling round and round,
In my mind, like a merry-go-round.
When I was manic,
I would panic,
Staying up too late,
Then forgetting the date.
Now I sleep so deep,
Sweet dreams to reap.
Of sea glass dreams,
That came in streams,
Oh what a foregleam,
Of what it is to dream!
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