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Open-Eyed Dreaming


In fuming silence, death departs
From shattered dreams and broken hearts
From nightmares shown soft red on wrist
And gentle dreaming – love’s first kiss

Dreams as clear as clouds above
With life and love like freedom’s dove
Who soars in every earthly hope
And helps the helpless marching troupe

Who plunge through life in blindness sure
With dreams as guides – no less, no more
Screaming trust in every step,
They fall from cliff top – hope at rest