Unnamed Poem #39A Poem by Kelsey Alex Rose
Dreams sing as only sorrow sings,
Beneath the waning moon at night. The stars bloom beneath the crowning sun, Oh morrow’s day it will light. Then beneath her shadow in modest wake, Uprising from a seamless sleep, The sun will once again call All average men left defeat. She will tempt them with what only day can tempt, But to the nights advantage, only a sad attempt. For dreams are what create this reality, And the day reminds us of our mortality; For in dreams, we are immortal. © 2010 Kelsey Alex RoseReviews
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4 Reviews Added on June 5, 2010 Last Updated on December 18, 2010 Tags: Dreams, Night and Day Author
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