Once in a dream, I sang sweet sounds
of joy.
Sweet to the sun as it rose each day,
calming to the moon as it settled in
at night.
Peaceful to lovers as hands were held,
a softness in each heart was felt.
In my dream I worried no more, longing
to give pleasures I swore.
Happiness was but the thing of dreams,
in reality where ever a place nothing but
screams.
Once in a dream, I sang sweet sounds
of joy.
Could that said dream be only the reality
of minds that wish for more.
For peaceful times songs of joy and soothing
melodies my voice was the key that opened
that door.
But a dream is all I can make in my time
when I wake,
'tis thou wish to sing melodies so sweet,
perhaps one day my dream and reality
will meet.
©ScottlB
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