The Dreamer
Part I. A Winter Dream
A wilt-rose resting upon my windowsill
The fresh cool scent of dawn enters my room
Oh how I wish to dream that dream again
That magical wonderland night
Pirouetting faeries upon the lake
Lovers rolling in the fields of snow
In this sacred meadow of life
The heart has no fear nor shame to hide
This is my dream, my fantasy
To see the world as it should be
In the safety of my memory
Is but a wish that will never be
The piano sings its favorite song
To the scores of dead children
The smiling clown dances for their delight
Yet it is nothing but a dream
The hopeful awaken
From their slumber
With the wish
That their dreams come true
This is my dream, my fantasy
To see the world as it should be
In the safety of my memory
Is but a wish that will never be
Part II. Swansong Lullaby
The swanheart loved me
Once upon a time
As it rest its head upon my knee
I looked into its soul
All the care for the world
Is not enough to set me free
The swanheart saved me
Taught me how to live
Passion would bring the morn
I was touched by its love
I saw the beauty of the world
It was the gift to grant me peace
This is my dream, my fantasy
To see the world as it should be
In the safety of my memory
Is but a wish that will never be
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poem by Paul James
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