"What are Dreams?"
Silver streams and heavenly beams
Adorn the dreams
The lands cast before thine eyes
Is sadly only a lie
The fields are bare
Despite the greatest of care
Yet every night your pulled from reality
To place where their is nary a malady
Sickness is banished
All Evil vanquished
A truly idealistic world
Is presented as you lay curled
Between sheets of cotton
A sick joke that is truly rotten
All that mankind sought after lies
In the deepest sleep, when a man dies
Is paradise merely a dream
Or is it merely the seam
That connects reality and unreality
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Poetry of a Ascended Being
PoesíaPoetry of a lighter and happier nature, reunions, meetings, love, and all that makes us happy.
