Dream

Dream

 

As the sky folds in to the night
As the clouds form the grotesque fears inside

 

Call, Call to the world with out sound
to the skies with out a star that shines

 

Dry, Dry not a drop of water insight
thirst and cracks with in the buried heart

 

Barren land a reach of the hand
pull wonders from a dreamland

 

A wave of light
like a curtain brushes the sand

 

Dream, Dream of wings to fly
of going to a place that can be faced

 

Written by ELIAS M. ARNAOUT
COPYRIGHT 1993

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