River of Dreams

Dreams are born

in misty mountains

of somnolence

Trickling streams

of spindled fingered

silver fluid light

Crystalline clear

from rain and dew

untainted by reality

Tributaries of hope

the vapoured trails

flow relentlessly on

Ever downwards

through the haunting

valleys of midnight

Growing, leaping

rippling, stumbling

over rocks of destiny

Through lush gardens

of rich fantasy and

abundant meadows

The river of dreams

disgorges it’s contents

into a sea of tranquility

To be caught and kept

or to be lost forever

in oceans deep

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