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Dream Weaver
Contributed by
Val
on
Thursday, 11th March 2004 @ 02:29:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Cool breezes from the sea
Gently sweep over me
My face they do touch
The breezes I wish to clutch
Now I wake from sleep
My eyes cry to weep
Such a rest is slumber
Joy without a number
Dreams of old
Caught and told
Of fear and pain
Naught to gain
In the Dream Weaver
A true believer
Their power for glad
Their power for sad
Naught to be won
To touch the Sun
To bask in its light
Truly is right
My soul gropes
My heart hopes
To find a shore
Where there is no war
Tossed in a race
From place to place
True to my soul
True to my whole
Never a weaver
But a sure believer
Home for my heart
Never to part
Close to home
Yet room to roam
Dreams are clear
Any time of year
Doom is brought
On wings of thought
The sound of love
Is that of a dove
Believe, believe
The web we weave
Is of pain
And of gain
Copyright ©
Val
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2004-03-11 14:29:21]
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Re: Dream Weaver
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by Remy on
Thursday, 11th March 2004 @ 03:09:30 PM AEST
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i think that the feelings make perfect sense... it's stuff thjat dreams are made of... okay, that sounds like a cheezy copout but it's true! good write! ;0)
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