"Better
Than the Dream"
On
a harvest's eve
Of
tomorrow's needs
A vision floats sleepily by
A dreamer looks up
Sips from a tin cup
And watches a fire in the sky
The castles burn
And the dreamer learns
That everything is not what it seems
Awakened by a kiss
Seeing a face that she's missed
Realizing that reality is far better than
the dream
©1999 - Donnie Sergent
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