Catching Tigers
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Barry Middleton
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if ever dreams come true
where wistful dreamers go
then I would capture you
before the cold winds blow
the tiger roams the night
to bring the dream alive
the necromancer's might
would make a love survive
now in my haunted room
the ghost of loss retires
your magical perfume
rekindled midnight fires
so on my bed I slumber
on sheets as cold as snow
in fading vague penumbra
illusions come and go
so oft in drifting dreams
the tiger makes escape
exotic night redeems
the dark magician's cape
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