Daybreak is the witching hour
when every dreaming soul awakes
and each the sleeping world remakes
(so far as is within its power).
You dreamed of dew upon this flower.
I dreamed thunder on the lake.
He, a castle and wedding cake.
She, a prisoner in the tower.
The prisoner dreams of seizing power,
The guard, of death in jailbreak.
The hungry beggar dreams of steak,
The rich man, bitter acorn flour.
Once open wide those dreaming eyes,
the world wakes, the dreaming dies.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Dreams at Daybreak
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