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The Dreamer


How do you dream,

oh mariner from dusk to dawn?

who hopes for gentle drift without a storm,

while ripples as tender as a heartbeat,

will give the child within,

a fable to rest the soul.

Yet here a bottle rolls while oceans move,

and taps the wooden planks,

and steady light now flickers dim,,

and beneath sleeps fragile deck,

the restless eyes that cannot see,

discern the sails,

filled with nightmares of the day.

So easy for the storm to penetrate

this fragile hull,

but hush, be still, be calm,

how can I rest you?

How do you dream?

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