Magic lanterns in a dream
Bending, blending, changing shapes
And sizes til they run together
Feather-lite and then to naught.
Bits and pieces, this and that,
Can’t remember all the story,
Scattered treasures buried deep
Beneath the sands of afterthought.
Rapidly the scenes are changing,
Grand illusions on display.
Heavily they layer one on one
Forever asking more.
Was it real or just imagined?
Will it ever come again?
Fearless flight of fantasy
Mesmerizing every pore.
Sleepless phantom of the night
Keeping dreams alive,
Dancing freely through my mind
That hope may long survive.
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