Dream Come True?A Poem by guy droriDreams--so at first, are moments of illusion. Verdant rain? Hall of fame! A heavenly confusion. By early dawn they wither like roses in the snow. I lie in bed and quiver wanting nowhere else to go. I shut my eyes--close them tight, and wish for their return. Tight and tight with all my might until my eyelids start to burn.
My dreams--so at first, light-years way away. One day--after dawn perhaps, they'll choose to stay throughout the day?
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