If the moon whisks us away
and the shadows begin to play,
would the search for evermore
be cast from minds that bore?
would we take forever more
and make it now?
Not a dream, but in the hearts that scream,
and let them scream:
'FOREVER MORE BE NOW!'
!
Had forever been a dream,
or had the dream been evermore?
I'll dream no more!
Walk with me until
the sun breaks away from us
and the dusty night would quiver
lest we shed our coats
and we are free,
and the destined screams of evermore
be awakened from their core
we search no more!
!
Should the pull of walks across time
be echoed back and forth,
I would continue to dream with you
on a shore that has no meaning
just two hearts kept in beating
a dream that goes on sleeping,
in a mind forever weeping.
~
Be awake to call the shadows;
'come play with me today'
we would sing away the hours
and display their creeping ways.
~
I am not the dream but the one who keeps on dreaming
~
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