Dreamsmith


I wish I had a dream I say,
beyond my thought or care,
opening my eyes I may
but I still stood there.

If ours words have swept away,
under rug and chair,
the words will all be out one day,
speaking fair is fair.

Knowing of the great charade,
a dance for all to stare,
as the rest had ran relay,
did they even care?

Coming to the furthest gate,
is odd because it's rare,
all alone down by the bay,
and one and one's a pair.

If the treachery it swayed,
as the plot had teared...
In circles as the band had played,
it's for the eye to stare

More or less it's things they say,
a scribe who holds back scared...
I guess they all just fade to Grey,
a touch for skin that's bare.

Story's of the iron maid,
a no before we dared,
as we break the open cage,
before we paid the fare.

No more is the money paid.
but golden is the chair.
Looking at the money raised,
a race won by the hare.

Hoping to divide dismay
a way we have that's rare,
rain will shine the sunny day,
to hide the rainbow's flair.

A cloud upon the ace of spades,
left you asking where,
rhyming with the razor blades,
a memory that cares.

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