I dreamt of years yet to come,
amidst rolling hills and deep blue skies
a glowing sunset, all the while
my arms around your shoulders, tight
the autumn leaves would blow past
the pond that mirrored a million stars
But I'd see naught but the beauty before me.
So engulfed was I
Your scornful eyes were mellow then,
Your soft hair would drift into my face
Your warmth in my soft embrace
Your smile behind my shuttered eyes.
I woke. With a pain in my chest
And wiped the last tears from wearied eyes
As the dark flower of reality bloomed
The vision faded with the light
Lady Fortune smiled not upon me
And such visions, only will dreams devise.
Let Imagination Possess A Pen, And What Results Will Be Beautiful
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