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That Night
I slept on the beach one night.
But before losing myself
In some unknown dream;
I looked onto the enormity of the sea,
Stared into the deepness of space,
And then back at the infinite crystals of sand.
As the winds chilled my body
And moon filled my eyes,
I thanked God their was a God;
And then fell fast to sleep.
Inner Me
As I reached to the sky
Their was a faint sight
That appeared to me,
On a dark and stormy night.
I tried to reach higher,
Higher into the sky.
To attempt to grab it,
But it was too high.
The harder I tried,
The higher it got.
It was something good
But near it was not.
As it slowly faded
I wondered what it could be.
Then to my surprise,
It was my inner me.
A Dream
A dream can be many things:
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An idea
In which
A life can strive
For one's eternity.
A happiness
Which occurs only
After years of work,
Tears and toil.
A quest
In which
Plans and destiny
Are only concerned.
Or a sandcastle
In which an ocean
Of reality
Washes away.
Beauty
Like winds blowing across a fresh summer dream,
An old tree with fruit to share,
A swan gliding on top of a stream,
A dandelion floating in the air.
Like leaves wilting and falling from a tree,
A daisy and a honey bee.
Rain drops falling one by one,
The clouds saluting only the sun.
These are all things we tend to never enjoy,
Until it's too late.
Things we look past
And forget to appreciate.
So take time out
To stop and stare,
To remember the beauty
That is always there.
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An idea
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Original Date: 11/21/95, Last Updated: 2/24/96