Enchanted

I dreamt of a dream not dreamt by men...

that I knew of tales long lost on land.
Though burried in mountains, rivers and dunes,
I hear their faint and silent tunes.

I believed in dreams and tales unknown...

for it kept the worlds that never were shown
to the eyes of them who failed to see
another depth of undiscovered beauty.

I dreamt of a dream I cannot forget...

every detail, every scene, every sound and yet,
I find all these in pale silhouettes,
Uncaptured in reality's nets.

For canvas alone cannot portray
the vastness and colors of a secret array.
And music itself will hide in shame
for it cannot sing the song of your name.

Countless words could not express
how symmetry exists in perfect mess.
And a thousand poems with endless rhymes
never compares to the rhythm of your chimes.

I dreamt not of seven but of eight seas,
I dreamt of the face of the air in the breeze.
I saw waves of sounds dance in the eyes
of her my mirror who finally realized...

That I dreamt of a dream away from sleep...

away from succumbing into the deep.
I dreamt of what took long to reap,
But I dreamt of a dream not mine to keep.

A fragile thought that was not meant to be,
A living dream not mine to hold...

In unknown realms of you and me,
lies a story left untold.

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(A/N: E***c, thank you for being the words to my works. But this will be the last one 😊)