"“To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come," as Shakespeare wrote and Shakespeare dreamt and Shakespeare... became he who ruled the world of words.
What dreams may come may come in bits What dreams may come may feel as real as walking down a frozen field What dreams may come may come so quick one can't escape one simply feels The horror of a nightmare real as being trapped with none to hear The yelling moaning wretched calls one calls for help yet no one hears
What dreams may come may come in peace What dreams may come may come as fields of roaming grains kissed by a breeze What dreams may come when one is whole and eyes the field as endless wonder planted by a higher power What dreams may come may come in jerks of memories lost from years gone by now brought to life as one just sleeps What dreams may come may come as real as real as life and love and death What dreams may come... You know they may... @bloom_tia . . . #dreams#illusion#shakespears' @miraquill@writersnetwork
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