Dreams

In the quiet of the evening,
When friendly faces are leaving ,
And rain falls fast outside,
And I pause to open my mind wide;
I share a peaceful perfect time.

I close my eyes and breathe softly;
And I think how nice it would be,
And then I dream.
And somewhere betwen then and now,
I visit places and meet faces
And become someone else.

In the morning sometimes I forget;
But sometimes I recall what I've seen;
And wonder was it really only a dream.

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