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February 13, 2008
Dream Poets
There they are with their words
Spreading like fresh, warm honey
Their sweetness so strong an attraction
Our mouths water for the sticky truth
As it melts into an inducing cure
Our ears saturate in disbelief
Like music flowing from natural sounds
In some rhythm made simple and most familiar
Yet, only a few are able to speak such magic
Even in their sleep they dream away
Words coming in mystical phrases
Forming the story in a twist of new hope
We look to them from our broken houses
Our weary solitude and discontent
Pleading our cases from our own faded shadows
When light cannot seem to shine our way
Our distant memories search to remember
As they, the dream poets reflect on us
The brightest light of our own true heart
Posted by kay at February 13, 2008 03:48 PM