Dreams

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Dreams


Dreams are what bond us
to everything we see

Dreams are what move us
to find what could be

Dreams are found in passion
hidden in praise
running through sad days

Dreams are painted in snow
on wintry banks
etched on skyline
in unspoken thanks

Dreams lie in the spaces between
the unbroken hemlock leaves
in the moments between
those moments your heartbeat will weave

Dreams are in sand
the shape of the land
in the lines of your hand

Dreams are our gold
without which our souls grow cold

Dreams exist in the air
in each private prayer