DREAMS. IN THE BOWELS OF THE DEEP DARK EARTH, TO THE ENDLESS STARS OF STREAMS, NOTHING HAILS MORE MYSTICAL, THEN MYSTERIES HIDDEN IN DREAMS. FUEL FOR THE LOST DOWN TRODDEN, MILK FOR THE NEW BORN SOUL, SWORD FOR EMBATTLED SOLDIERS, FOR THE HOMELESS BRAVING COLD, DREAMS ARE THE FIRES WE CLING TO TO CREATE, TO BUILD, TO SEEK, TO UNLOCK THE HIDDEN UNKNOWN, THAT PERCH ON INVISIBLE PEAKS, THEY RATTLE AROUND IN OUR SPIRITS LIKE MARBLES IN EMPTY CANS, FILL OUR EYES LIKE THE FIRST APRIL FLOWERS, SPARKLE LIKE JEWELS IN OUR HANDS , FILLS US WITH HOPE ON OUR SICK BED, WAKES US WITH VISIONS AT NIGHT, MAKES THE WORLD DISAPPEAR, ENLARGING OUR SCOPE, ADDING VISTA TO LIMITED SIGHT, DREAMS ARE THE GOLDEN CHERRIES, THE ONES ON THE DIAMOND PIE, THE GLITTER THAT MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING, WITHOUT THEM WE WITHER AND DIE.
Posted on: Sat, 31 May 2014 22:54:44 +0000
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