The Lost Dream


Dreamer of the moon,
dreamer of the sun and sky,
thinker of the thoughtful
hear me well
the tears are ripping.
Dragonfly
in the window
soar the freedom bells
are ringing
sail
the last boat
steer the path
from river to sea,
from sea to river
the voice and stars
ready to guide you
for you to discover.
Watch
and never speak
again.

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