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A little dream comes swirling

along the tongue of the cold winds

A friend's laughter barely heard

muffled slightly from the rustling trees.

Yet many things step into mind

blocking the paths of the dreams so divine.

A touch of sadness for what used to be.

A hint of happiness glistens amongst the frown.

A spirit flows freely yet is not quite found.

Oh how cruel can the night be down the line of time.

Release from the old memories

yet haunted about time to come.

May the world stop for but a second

to give me, just me, another lesson.

Fighting yet set free from the bonds of eternity.

No walls, no regrets,

it's just the person who tries to fly

on the wings of the eagle.

Soaring high above yet resting too,

far below upon the surface.

Yet still no walls, my friend,

there is but many half complete.

You know you won't settle for defeat.

No not yet,

your work will forever need done.

More words need said,

affection and love must be shown.

So must the anger and the pain

but not only with the rain.

Listen carefully to your heart beat,

will both ties ever meet?

You must decide your destiny,

no shell must stop your from being complete.

Positive thinking, believing in oneself

will not lead you to retreat.

What has confused you so today?

Is it the snow, the cold, the rain?

Is it the train that clatters yards away?

Is is the silence that makes you pay?

Maybe the words unspoken,

Maybe life's path left unbroken.

Your feet must travel before they're bound

to the feelings of your heart,

your mind to make them sound.

Lessons learned, not forgotten,

escape to the inside for one moment

you take a look at the combination of the good and the rotten.

Remember the best foresees the shadows,

turns beyond the light to see both sides

and then decides.

Only reality will share the winds breath

and only then will your eyes see all

upon the white cold land

even the grip of the weakest hand

will grasp.

Which beholds the bond of life's forever band.

A band who plays mighty within the soul

and pushes out the darkness, black as coal.

Confusion is but in the mind

the truths sometimes are unkind

but remember all to be beheld of the dream

and soon I may once again awake and scream.

Many thoughts left half measured

yet many are in your heart treasured

a dream is only a dream

until you uncover yourself from the blankets

and awake with boldness,

fear is left behind in the darkness,

while truth is shown in the light,

which the sun has uncovered so bright.

Copyright © 1988 by

Cheri Campion