The Dreamers Lament

I am a Dreamer I’ve been told

in voices that are meant to scold.

But dreaming is where life begins;

the pure joy without the sins.

I know that my Dreaming ways

will bring light to the darkest days.

It’s in these moments that my mind

is questing for some truth to find.

So if my ‘proper thought’ should seize

then that won’t bring me to my knees.

Instead, I’ll let my mind go wild;

release the beast – my inner child,

I may let my inner poet free,

or sit a while beneath a tree.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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