Dreaming Through My Eyes

Feathered wings of dragon tales
Carry whispers to the shore
Spin silken webs of fantasy
Where hope is not just for dreamers

Where sirens are not seen as death
Where orchids grow as vines
Where souls are seen within the streams
And love is found within butterflies

Where moths don’t burn when they find the flame
Where spirits are unbreakable
A place without hate or pain
A place where all are free

Where nightingales group and sing
Amongst the silver tipped oaks
Where gold is worthless
And confidence is ripe, fresh within the apple trees

A place where stars sit in your hair
And whisper to your heart
Where the darkness is not seen as hopeless
And the puriest dwell with their eyes open to all

A place out of sight
A place within me
It’s a shame it’s not real

A real shame.

Dreaming Through My Eyes

NollaTheDaisy

Blayney, Australia

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