Dreams..

Dreams tied to several souls,
freed to fly in the silent dark,
the winds though whispering coal,
beauty of dreams always hark.

Melody of a mother’s lullaby,
for silent, sweet sleep of a child,
dreams just not our fantasy,
but a way to live if determined.

The moon overlying the flustered skies,
no cloud risen to hide the stars,
reality (seems) unseen as I close my eyes,
and oversee the heavens not so far.

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