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The Sandmans Dance
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Other When we wake up
our dreams live on
In a timeless and wonderful place.
Where colors mean nothing
and sound is loud silence
each sensed in thier own special way.
Where light is refracted
and liquid shadows collide
to shatter into a shimmering play.
Where objects are moved
and only presence is felt,
familiar things are wonderfully new.
Where memories are re-lived
and people re-loved
but the seconds are sadly so few.
Where strangers meet
and lovers unite
having never existed before.
Where we ask quiet questions
and think inside thoughts
so our own souls can be explor'd.
Where when we wake
and the dream is done...
I like this piece but your last line "Where whenwe wake and the dream is done.. it sounds like you want to continue to say something else, as though the piece was not finished, was that your intent?