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Dream Weathering
The sun failed to warm
my aching soul---shivering
within my inner being---anchored
still like frozen stone in winter’s cold.
Strange---how in the weather of human life---
we fail to heed the predictions and forecasts
of coming tragedies or the coming of calming times
separating reality from fiction’s orchestrated deceit.
Aye, sundown slowly sinks behind the horizon;
the Sandman will soon go about his chores;
and I shall gradually sink into dreamland---
where the soul of sorrow Is swallowed up
and fantasy and reality joyfully play together.
