Where dreams go

Every night I leave this tattered body

flying where imagination flowers.

Each morning more reluctant waking,

mindless clutching,  fading stars.

This world once so imposing,  

withdraws from me.

Hapless spending comfort

in the memory.

Give me the wonder of the night

to brighten up my dreary days.

Before my last,  the final sunset.

Would that fate deliver me,  my dreams.

 

 

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