Taciturn midnight tosses my dreams,
Touching my nightmares, wandering again;
Juggling my hours, mixing the streams:
Then I wake up thinking, where have I been?
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So true; many is a time I've fruitlessly attempted to retrive even just a tad-bit of a dream that for all the world seemed to be a paradise...only to vanish in a fleeing vapor, leaving me unable to recall or reconcile what was ABOUT to happen. I wonder: Where do they go?
Another great and thought provoking poem my friend... thanks for taking me there.
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So true; many is a time I've fruitlessly attempted to retrive even just a tad-bit of a dream that for all the world seemed to be a paradise...only to vanish in a fleeing vapor, leaving me unable to recall or reconcile what was ABOUT to happen. I wonder: Where do they go? Another great and thought provoking poem my friend... thanks for taking me there.