A meeting within the Blue

When dreamer's meet; a world of blue, is it after all just a dream? Or is it a message left after the beep...

The Shades of Blue I wandered still,

a Gypsy of Dreams to see another,

a Third Eye tale; we laid so still,

on windswept grass, no harm to bother;

a cleansing touch of singing souther.

We met to not forget again,

and not to let the real world smother,

to know our dreams are not in vain,

ancient bloodlines, Dreamer's Eyes,

scattered, we are children lost,

like the wolf alone it cries,

our waking memories defrost,

One day, to meet in flesh and know;

we have met long time ago.

Author's Note

fyi souther is a type of wind, but I might change that part into something less confusing