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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>D e a t h d r e a m e r s {Transitus Supre}</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Amorphously trancic eyes of an old man, dying<br>Effete lids close to a dripping state of morphine <br>Dreams of love, war and the twenty-seven Yankees<br>Intangibles never traded for souls or extra innings<br>Immortality, a Dream for they who fear not Death<br>And its pathway that invades the deepest sleep <br>But No! Not for the true Dreamer's, for only they <br>See Death's nascence as a mere passing cloud </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To Dream is to experience life without conscience<br>Where quandaries are resolved or abort upon waking<br>There are no sandlines drawn, that morning can't erase <br>'Tis why the True Dreamer shall never dream their Death</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet should they die in Dream, they know they will wake come morning<br>And, should they die in Sleep....their ultimate Dream breathes forever</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Frank+James+Ryan+Jr.">Frank James Ryan Jr.</a></strong></div>

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