Before These Dreams
Reaching forward
reaching back
touch your hand
and I can fly
listening to the sounds
of music
filling the trees again
with the hopefulness
of unrequited dreaming
seeking to begin again
reaching out
reaching in
until I can't remember
what the waking world
ever looked like
before these dreams
and you don't know
no you don't know
whether or not
until you do
fly....
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