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 😊)