is it a dream
that silent flash
behind our eyes lingering still
with the morning light
a bit of darkness
from our souls
dreams masters of nights
sweet call
fill our hearts
and minds with a double blind
as nightmares roll by
dark clouds
that rain down their fear
falls on dead leaves
night walks it's beat
vivid images turned real
magic horses up and down
merry go rounds ever
spinning it's web
but we are free
once morn's light
creeps to fill
the dark places
what was that we ask
as a black shape filts
across our vision
just a dream a fragment
of time and night
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