The Corner of My Dreams

Come see me down the corner of my dreams:
Past open fields, and hills, and flowing streams —
Out on the sandy shore, beside the sea,
Come share the floating sky, the mystery —

The ecstasy is such all words defy;
The wind is ours: to catch, and rise above —
For we were made for dreams, and then to fly:
To hear the sound, and know the feel

Of love

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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