What Dreams May Come (poem)

WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

By Wayne Visser

What dreams may come

What cosmos reflected

What masks may change

What seasons collected

We dance our love

We follow our vector

We flit our days

We gather our nectar

What dreams may come

What enchanted childness

What far horizon

What enraptured wildness

We roam our plains

We take our life chances

We fix our gaze

We make our bold stances

What dreams may come

What earth-rooted treasures

What friends we make

What sky-varied pleasures

We find our pond

We quench our deep longing

We weave our spell

We let our bright song sing

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