Phantom Dreams


I once walked
along the shores
of lucid serenity,
where there
were endless doors
to be opened.
I once played
in the fields
of eternity,
where dreams
would graze.
Haunting now
bed time
steals those
precious moments,
sealing slumber
in darkness.
Those wonderous
visions of imagition
have become
phantoms
in the night.

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