Nighttime Of Dreams
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Peter S. Quinn
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Nighttime of dreams
Everywhere to go
Nothing in reality seems
In its wandering glow
Dreams of the faraway
Flying around there
Just like in a day
Full of its breezy air
Clouds drifting by
Thru the airy space
Filling moment’s sky
With their fluffy grace
Dreams of almost true
In their own reality
Just like everything you
With your eyes can see
Past as the present now
From thoughts awaken
Coming around somehow
Into memories retaken
What is the dream for?
Making its fantasy ride
Much in them we adore
In their timeless glide
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