What Dreams May Come

What dreams may come
What cosmos reflected
What masks may change
What seasons collected
 
We dance our love
We follow our vector
We flit our days
We gather our nectar
 
What dreams may come
What enchanted childness
What far horizon
What enraptured wildness
 
We roam our plains
We take our life chances
We fix our gaze
We make our bold stances
 
What dreams may come
What earth-rooted treasures
What friends we make
What sky-varied pleasures
 
We find our pond
We quench our deep longing
We weave our spell
We let our bright song sing
 

Wayne Visser © 2011

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