Dream slip coming up over a sun
the hills rise up
Dream break landing on a mountain of stone
blue water deep
Dream now this events long horizon
a paddle for your thoughts
Dream lost caring for these olden trees
the shadow holds her
Dream car riding high and immortal
some day dead
Dream cost paid for in blood and bone sand
the sound of oil
Dream crayon paint my world without tears
the writer is lost
Dream time made of breath and blue evening
golden dust in the beam of light
Dream man on a barstool fading
an ounce of faith
Dream voices in a book of visions
everything matters
Dream land called to my longing old hands
the star passes through you
Dream life singing of freedoms bell ring
the forest is a sound
Dream world resting for a thousand years
everyone got it
Dream sound echoes on a bench of stone
the temple is empty
Dream words written on a box of light
the ocean is waiting
Dream eyes watching the lines in the mirror
winter will come
Dreamer dreaming everything I am
gone already
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