The Dream


I enter into an arena flanked with red
a celebration of which I begin to write-
the words flow like streams, a dream within a dream
pages that blossom, something strong, pure
and fills me with pride.

But as the pages fade and all is no more,
I wake, wishing I could capture my dreams
for is all simply not,
a dream within a dream?


Copyright © 2014 by Kate W J White (All Rights Reserved)


(Edgar Allen Poe inspired)

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