I ‘Oft Go There In Dreams
Imagination is the architect of dreams
And when it meets with knowledge, art and truth
It etches on eternity’s vast doors
Visions beyond vain logic’s need of proof.
Arising on the wings of fantasy
Worlds dwell, unknown to merely mortal men.
Places where souls aspiring higher realms
Have sometimes met their own angelic kin.
In night watches I ‘oft go there in dreams;
Carried away to mystic realms, afar.
Angelic figures hold me, hand-in-hand
And ferry me to some enchanted star.
It’s there I meet with those who’ve gone before
Sharing secrets too wonderful to keep.
Free from of the fetters, fear of death might hold,
I’m swaddled in the comfort of my sleep.
My soul, ennobled by each nightly voyage,
Finds hope and strength to meet the darkest day.
This architect of dreams, with art and hope,
Emerges to restore my feet of clay.
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