The Lost Poem
Amidst a dream's misty haze
I navigate through its mystical maze
With words of poetry I did engage
And wrote them on an empty page
I admired at their sure perfection
As I recalled upon my mind's reflection
The words were fluent as a stream
An awakened consciousness starts to gleam
As it fell upon me as a single beam
The exact definition of a dream
Every delicately written line
Reached out like stretching vine
There must have been a hidden sign
As every phrase was so divine
Now as my poem came to a finish
My hope was there to soon diminish
As I awoke to find the greatest cost
The poem I wrote had now been lost
I navigate through its mystical maze
With words of poetry I did engage
And wrote them on an empty page
I admired at their sure perfection
As I recalled upon my mind's reflection
The words were fluent as a stream
An awakened consciousness starts to gleam
As it fell upon me as a single beam
The exact definition of a dream
Every delicately written line
Reached out like stretching vine
There must have been a hidden sign
As every phrase was so divine
Now as my poem came to a finish
My hope was there to soon diminish
As I awoke to find the greatest cost
The poem I wrote had now been lost
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