The Dreamer’s Sun

The mist on morning lake like wisps

Of dreams left over from the night

The spirit greys and fades in sun

And fantasy is soaked in light

And in the sun’s reality

Fragility cannot survive

So sturdy hands will seize the day

And crushing hopes I stay alive

Evaporate the morning air

But I remember dawn so sweet

The gold before it’s arrogance

Had placed a kiss upon my cheek

The sun will drink my morning dew

But every night my dreams renew

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