alone with my dreams,
uncensored,
they fly to all extremities
galloping unbridled, unhampered
at the doorsteps of my memories
reviving impessions
that whisper, speak and urge
sensations, feelings and senses
that seek to know,
why, there are wars
struggle fierce and bitter
the dreamers of my cosmos, cry harmony
color the scenes, with blood fuschia, crimson red,
burgandy wine, springs spouting founts
fountains freely flow
the unison called harmony, fears repel
love attracts and music comforts
there are smooth surfaces
roads direct, express trains to understanding
yet in my dream world, left at the shores
of the inexplicable, confounded
more than before by
strains and music of reality,
sing it is more complex,
than you think
have patience,
with my illusions
the best is yet to come
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