My Dream Today,
To rise beyond the clouds that oppress
Below, all is Grey,
Yet Above,
The welcoming Sun illuminates soft white castles,
Afloat on the wind,
Shape-shifters that,
Changing with every moment,
Rise to greet me,
Yet melt from my touch!
All earthly troubles hidden by a peaceful shroud,
To Float on the Wind,
My Dream Today
Martin Addison… 23/05/1992
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