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On
my Dreams
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Drifting
Gentle, Smartly smile
in
the depths that hold the while
on
my dream may I caress
the
drifting heart that pulls the rest
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On
my heart I knew me well
drank
of stories lives could tell
in
this depth might I conspire
climbing
the cliff the dreams expire.
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running
through this darkened land
I
reached out for the stars lost hand
in
mingling drops the mind did fall
silence
engulfs like eagle's claws.
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falling
freely, might I find
a
reason to cling for the shatters behind
sinking
swiftly thoughts rise deep
weaving
in whispers the lost still creep.
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Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998
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