My hand in yours feels dainty
As fingers slip between
Yours and mine so familiar
Or so it's come to seem
Last drops of hope scraped up
Of a promise that seems to linger
To keep us moving forward
And from dying cold and bitter
Thoughts about oasis, castles
Thunder storms and streams
One dares to break the cycle
Of insanity, creating dreams
That come true because the vision
So powerful and strong
Drives us to completion
All the while, singing songs
So cheers to you oh Dreamer!
Come play inside my head
Let's build the dream and live the life!
And then snuggle tight in bed....
N. S. D.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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