To L–


To L–

How often is it said that life’s a dream
And we the leaf-light drifters in its wake
Who spin by winds on ripples made of “seems,”
The visions Heaven breathes for our soul’s sake:
A world caught in a water-drop we see
That shines for one brief moment like a star
Within this vale of mixed reality;

Stirs up the cool blue blood in sleeping hearts
To dreams beyond our web and wane of grief,
As we are borne upon a whirling tide
To wonders deeper, higher, than belief.
How often is it called a sleep, to die—
But you whose dreams have threaded life for me,
Have waked at last and nevermore shall dream.


Written in response to the Daily Post’s Daily PromptCheck it out!

Do you believe in dragons?

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