I dreamt a dream as pure as a mountain stream,
For months it did come to me,
Comforting and soothing it was,
So drawn in was I that I only wanted to sleep,
As the months went by my dream changed,
Fewer and fewer visits it did make,
Leaving torment in it’s wake,
My heart does ache,
For my dream could not with stand the rays of the sun,
Like a mist it vanished with the morn’s first light,
No matter how I beckon,
It does not return,
And now my soul is haunted by a vision,
A vision I can not bring into focus,
One of a Moonlit night with Stars twinkling bright,
A Kiss so tender that even the Rose would be envious,
My dream is now only a memory that has changed my world,
Turned my Rainbows into Thunderstorms,
With Sleep the dreams do not come,
Only Empty Darkness,
Uneasy rest with the lonely sound of my heart beating in my breast.

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