A song
in a dream
must come
from somewhere.
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Floating about,
in the nebulous
cloud of unknowing,
unwritten.
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The story told
in sleep, the
soothing voice
of the ballad.
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No memories of
the tale,
no thoughts of
imagining it.
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The singer,
lovely in her
womanhood,
soothing.
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Quiet, flowing
like a southern
summer creek,
in the daytime.
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The impossible
glides in a lullaby
from lips,
plain and unadorned.
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A head, dark hair
leans on her shoulder
as the song fills
a quiet, happy heart.
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Never has a
ballad truly
reached the ears
of the dreamer before.
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And now,
in sleep,
like a flower,
music blooms.
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