Entry: A Sea of Dreams Tuesday, December 12, 2006



These things of which my dreams are made
Transport me to a pool to bathe
In sparkling water shining bright
Alive amongst the slumbering night
My cares, the waves they wash away
And remenants of the sleepless day
Pain and sorrow are no more
As I lie upon that tranquil shore
Yet apprehension still remains
Pure bliss these waters cannot feign
Another day is yet to come
And take me back to whenst I'm from

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