Poem - Dream by Riversong

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Riversong

Poems

- Dream
- The Road To Avalon
- Fear

Dream
by Riversong

I walk along halls made of mirrors and glass,
Down staircases that are impossibly twined,
Searching for something that I may have lost;
Something I know it's important I find.
Windows I gaze through show only reflections,
I tread on the ceiling, I glide through the walls.
Not a sound do I hear but the sound of my passing;
The corridors echo my silent footfalls.
I press on relentlessly, endlessly, knowing
The goal of my quest to be nearly at hand
Through an Escher-like madhouse of half-finished thoughts
That seemingly has no beginning or end
I wake in the morning to see the sun rising
The memory fading as quick as the moon
'Til all I recall is the vaguest impression
That I had awakened too soon.

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