Turn Back To My Dream Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Turn Back To My Dream



Turn back to my dream
From your realities of sparkless night
Where its veracity always seem
Lost in its shadowed flight

Everything is out to play
Given if it's of child's fairytales
Coming through dark woods in its ray
Holy like the holiest of grails

A dream to take notice of and believe
When everything is downhill going
It shall take away your grieve
Around its sun and moon haloing

Bring every light through afar
Dance on the waves
Of the Milky Ways circular motion
Give you a wish from its falling star
Anything man craves
From the depth of the deepest ocean

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