Dreamscape

Ah, radiant light to feather desire’s nest
And catch the shades of devils at their dark best
What agile webs thou weave in this morning’s chime
Of birds that warble upon thy gentle wine.

Come and let not the night’s sorrow hold more tears
For its sombre hand has dallied with your fears,
See now the golden opus awash the sky
Exalting the loss of hope about to die

Come hither and bless thy dreams in this new light
Keep them not but free them and let them take flight

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