Dreams! How oddly you clot in my soft mind.
Midnight gypsies travelling bed to bed
And spinning silk and singing soft soft songs.
Lay me down to sleep, if you pretty please
And tell me tales of men who once were boys
Who harbored their anchors in foreign ports
And cowered from wolves In swarthy forests.
Dreams! How you gleam
Like moonlight over water.
Friday, July 9, 2010
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