The Dream Weaver and Dreamer Unite

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A/N : I'd like to thank my dear friend, Fire Phoenix, for help on this poem. We wrote this one together and that proved to be quite an extraordinary experience, so some of the concepts and stanzas are his. 

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Once, there was a time, where all knew of the dream-weaver, 

Who pass his brilliant knowledge on to the believers and dreamers, 

Time and time again, his worthy thoughts would cause terror and fear, 

So he disappeared into the sands of time, off into that endless pier, of mine. 

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The dream-weaver had found 

A getaway from reality, 

A hideout from destiny, 

A world of sanity, 

A halo of clarity. 

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In dreams, in dreams, in the unconscious mind, 

But because he told none, he found himself in a bind. 

He had the whole world upon his shoulders, 

And it weighed him down, that ton. 

An internal battle, one of which could not be won. 

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But there once came a time, 

One would cross that beach, 

Properly answer the riddle, the rhyme, 

And unlock the secrets of time, 

But forget, only remembering, when the sun set. 

And this memory would fade away once more, with each time the sun and sky met. 

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Close your eyes, drift away, forget the pains of yesterday, 

Forget questions that haven't any answers, 

Instead watch the dazzling dancers, 

See the snowflakes, mist and fog, before your very eyes, 

And join them as you fly, a sweet, small, butterfly, 

Across that daunting, dawn sky. 

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You soon forget what you desire, 

As you tire. 

Away with all those plans you had devised and conspired, 

No longer required. 

The thoughts, slip away, as you stare into that frozen, ice flamed fire, 

Leaving all thoughts behind you, in a state prior. 

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Imagine, imagine, 

Oh how I imagine those things I don't even believe in, 

Still an open mind, never the less, 

No secrets that I need to confess, 

In that dream, in that dream of mine. 

For, once in a vision of mine, 

Where I met a word I could not define, 

Getting lost when I ran from time, 

In this wondrous vision of mine. 

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