Dreams
Dreams
If dreams like snowflakes softly fell
Or flowed like spring from unknown dells
And rustled in the twilight’s breeze
Or fluttered low beneath the trees
And gently sung a lullaby
As stars peeked out from windows high
For the dreams that fall as snowflakes do
Have kissed the weary lucky few
And now they slumber in a trance
And journey through the lost expanse
But save the chosen kindred few
That watch the heavens fade from view
For the hushed and restless now behold
With envy as the dawn takes hold
Hard to voice a suitable comment; this is "real" - searching for the right words to describe what one perceives in the vision of soul - it falls flat to say "beautiful" - it's much, much more. Y'yashar koah!
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