I wish the world held real wonders and magic ...


The Dreamer's Lament

Row Row Row your boat gently down a stream ...

The water kisses my vessel as I lie lazily here and dream ....

I dream of so many fancy pretty wondrous things ...

I dream of a life that is never quite what it seems ...

I am neither woman nor man...

never adult ... or child in time's sand ...

I know not the names of the colors I see ...

The sounds, and the smells that in the waking world could, never be ....

As I float sleepily down this wondrous stream ...

I shed a single tear ...

For it is all naught but a merry merry dream





Poetry by Jessica j.
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 01:50

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