Ian WhiteSea of Dreams
November 27th 2010 14:33
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Isolated but not alone
Just me and my dreams
Hope ripples across the surface
My oar cuts through a purpose
Taking me toward imagination's edge
But I've so far to go
To my delight
Hourglasses shift as I drift
In my boat of inspiration
Cognizant paddles collaborate with the setting sun
Exposing their creation
Shapes and faces
Hobbies and careers
All in tune with the waves
I would pay
A king's ransom
For the never ending day
Suspended in contentment
Eyes rest without fear of aborted chance
Life no longer observed at a glance
My pupils dilate as I devour the scene
So serene I feel sedation
As forever approaches
I bask in my vacation
To the Sea of dreams
Just me and my dreams
Hope ripples across the surface
My oar cuts through a purpose
Taking me toward imagination's edge
But I've so far to go
To my delight
Hourglasses shift as I drift
In my boat of inspiration
Cognizant paddles collaborate with the setting sun
Exposing their creation
Shapes and faces
Hobbies and careers
All in tune with the waves
I would pay
A king's ransom
For the never ending day
Suspended in contentment
Eyes rest without fear of aborted chance
Life no longer observed at a glance
My pupils dilate as I devour the scene
So serene I feel sedation
As forever approaches
I bask in my vacation
To the Sea of dreams
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