Dream Weaver

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Cool breezes from the sea
Gently sweep over me
My face they do touch
The breezes I wish to clutch

Now I wake from sleep
My eyes cry to weep
Such a rest is slumber
Joy without a number

Dreams of old
Caught and told
Of fear and pain
Naught to gain

In the Dream Weaver
A true believer
Their power for glad
Their power for sad

Naught to be won
To touch the Sun
To bask in its light
Truly is right

My soul gropes
My heart hopes
To find a shore
Where there is no war

Tossed in a race
From place to place
True to my soul
True to my whole

Never a weaver
But a sure believer
Home for my heart
Never to part

Close to home
Yet room to roam
Dreams are clear
Any time of year

Doom is brought
On wings of thought
The sound of love
Is that of a dove

Believe, believe
The web we weave
Is of pain
And of gain

[tk4ever]

Hey! i loved your poem! It was so unique.....!And with all the verses it must have been prety hard...Theres just one part I don't get.( i know your not intrested) The second verse it says My eyes cry to weep. whats that all about?

[EllenMitchells]

very beautiful words, i liked it alot

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Tk... "My eyes cry to weep" means that I want to cry

Thx 4 liking what I write