As I sail into sleep
Govern my dreams
And shield me from nightmares
For the only night mares I want
Are the black stallions life brings me
To gallop blindly through whizzing terror
And canter down shadowy paths
That lead into a grassy clearing
With a sunbeam and a moonbeam
And a stream that sings a lullaby
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Written in the Wondering State
Poetry"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
