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Dreaming
I pen these words on sun- kissed morning bright,
My mind full of song, verses, prose, and rhymes
Upon dawn’s horizon come dreams wreathed in light
Dancing sweetly amongst bells, tune and chimes
Emotions fill me that cannot be expressed
Of light, of love, of beauty and of life
In my mind this moment is forever blessed
Pure as a song, untouched by painful strife
I desperately wish to remain here
But dreams are but dreams and it’s gone
My head falls in sorrow and my eyes tear
For life even takes this beautiful dawn
The moment is gone but mem’ries remain
Of crisp air and fire, sunlight and rain
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I am a dreamer, but dreams can't always come true. Eventually you have to face yourself and realize that magic isn't real, no matter how much you wish it. And that can be hard. So, so hard. This poem was partly inspired by that, a nod to that desperately sad feeling that overtook me when I had to realize that for myself.