Thursday, 3 September 2015


Dream a little dream of me;
Of times long past and days now gone.
Dream of times of shining splendour,
With glowing lights and distant songs.

The age has past where we could see
Our future with lucidity.
We have no time for long-lost plans,
Or space for regularity.

Leave all your forlorn thoughts behind,
A trickle from the dried up stream,
Then run from your consuming lives,
And melt into your fragile dreams.

~ C. Spies

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