When You Dream
Gently drifting upstream
Turning from toil's wake
Senses begin to soar
Gossamer radiance
Surrounds and hides the shadow
Of the flames of desire
Speach with mist-clad figures
Reflecting the dreamer
To understand life
Worlds driven far apart
enshrouding each other
In roundabout mastery
This mystic time allowed
Reveals the flame within
Of elusive wishes
The nebulous sunlight
Enlightens both worlds
To create your own magic
--Lynne R. Freels, 26 December 1992
© Copyright 1992, 1997, Lynne R. Freels
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