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


Submitted:Jan 12, 2013    Reads: 70    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.

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"Ahead! Ahead! No time to spare -

come, open up the gates!

Ahead! Ahead!" The creatures cry,

"a wonderland awaits!"

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A land where black tarantulas,

gargantuan in size,

whilst spinning webs, triangular,

sing Spanish lullabies.

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Where lions squawk and parrots roar,

and grizzly bears are green.

Where dinosaurs play tug of war,

on giant movie screens.

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Where squirrels swim and catfish climb

up monkey puzzle trees.

There's talking toads, reciting rhyme -

performing poetry.

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But soon, I spy the falling moon

and hear the songbirds sing,

then stir from my bizarre cocoon,

as bells begin to ring.

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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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