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The dreams of evening Trilogy (3)
 

The gate that was locked is wide open tonight
And sweethearts stroll slowly beneath the moons light,
As the stars never ending flow gently along
While the voice of creation is singing their song,
All those wishes and dreams in the whispering night
Realise that each star is a dream that’s made right,
As I stroll past their arm in arm heaven again
For dreams that came true never really explain.

Dreams of evening are wrapped in the depths as we sleep
They give so many memories that we can keep,
And sometimes they turn in the brightness of day
When the real dreams of evening just scurry away,
For a dream in the evening is far from the dawn
In the light we can see every dream being born,
The night is a Cathedral where all dreams go to pray
Before they turn into reality, and all it can say.

And sometimes on my evening stroll, my dreams will speak to me
Of all the wonders in this world, at least the ones we see,
They guide me as they take my arm to nature’s wondrous reign
And maybe if I’m lucky, they will take me back again,
The moon writes on the starlit stream, the poetry I know
And on the bridge I watch them off, just joining with the flow,
Yet I am happy knowing that the dreams will come back home
In tick tock times my dreams return, drifting on life’s rhymes…

By 33whitby4654

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