What reason do dreams stay folded in our heads
like love letters hidden upon some whisper?
For sure like butterflies; such life they should hold
carried on wind in light and airy pleasures.
Mingle with memories that do unfold, easily
through time and essence alike; they remain
And there, reality does stand over eloping thoughts
to imprison the desire to see that which is visible
So this day the streets are paved in grey, though
my heart sees colours that pave a way to you
Though a dream as song birds caught in cage
you fly free and I will forever live in dreams
copyright © Rob Snow | creative 2010-2018
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