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This is a poem i wrote after contemplating the bizarre nature of dreams.

Submitted:Jan 12, 2013    Reads: 72    Comments: 13    Likes: 10   

The Dream

As eyelids fall, a single yawn

releases me to sleep.

And so I walk the land of dreams

where playful creatures creep.


"Ahead! Ahead! No time to spare -

come, open up the gates!

Ahead! Ahead!" The creatures cry,

"a wonderland awaits!"


A land where black tarantulas,

gargantuan in size,

whilst spinning webs, triangular,

sing Spanish lullabies.


Where lions squawk and parrots roar,

and grizzly bears are green.

Where dinosaurs play tug of war,

on giant movie screens.


Where squirrels swim and catfish climb

up monkey puzzle trees.

There's talking toads, reciting rhyme -

performing poetry.


But soon, I spy the falling moon

and hear the songbirds sing,

then stir from my bizarre cocoon,

as bells begin to ring.


I rise to face a brand new day -

I wave the night goodbye,

then stretch, and slowly wipe away

the dream, from out my eyes.


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