TideA Poem by DukesrunnerOn weary feet the dreaming dreamer weeps For that what never was could taste so sweet. The guise of life has near quite stripped his mind Of all unneeded strife " t’was left behind. So there he stares into the bless’ed light, To see more clear the world of ever-might. But dreams of dreams died like the spring to frost For caught in sandy glass; his years had lost. That time spent pining life lived through the haze Lead but to more the giving way his days. But tis a tale of storms, its warning gale. Our ship, the dream, must white-blue ocean sail, For we, the dreamers, captains of our fate Must look ahead and not to past escaped. These winds, they gust, and lest to tide we ride We risk to only dream that distant side © 2010 DukesrunnerAuthor's Note
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Added on October 20, 2009 Last Updated on March 19, 2010 Author
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