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WHERE DREAMS ARE FREE TO ROAM

WHERE DREAMS ARE FREE TO ROAM

[11:13:51 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: are you there
[11:13:55 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: talk a while
[11:14:27 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: it should not hurt to share a smile
[11:14:41 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: we are kindred spirits two
[11:14:52 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: I should like to know the likes of you
[11:15:03 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: where our hearts are free to roam
[11:15:28 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: in each other's pastures fair
[11:16:06 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: all roads leads to the top of my dome
[11:16:27 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: A place of filtered wonder's care.
[11:16:38 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: True that time could craft our dreams
[11:16:44 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: Held together by the streams
[11:16:56 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: the rivulets and the howling moon
[11:17:09 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: the nearness to that victor soon,
[11:17:50 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: who humbles dreams of withered wanting lust,
[11:17:59 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: to teach them to pursue the trust
[11:18:12 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: of friend and fellow kindred heart,
[11:18:48 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: but not foe or fiend or such minded folk,
[11:18:57 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: held together at the yoke,
[11:19:23 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: I could be dream of some deep yearning,
[11:19:37 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: transforming me through this a turning,
[11:19:50 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: from the want for better luck,
[11:20:38 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: to be the better friend,
[11:20:52 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: of all this needful woe,
[11:21:03 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: I sit here with your dreaming,
[11:21:21 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: held in the hopes of our well meaning,
[11:21:36 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: in the dreams that filter sky,
[11:21:48 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: and make us sit and wonder why,
[11:21:58 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: the sky so filled of stars and wonder,
[11:22:10 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: was never by gods put asunder,
[11:22:18 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: and why it is for want of us,
[11:22:30 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: the gods should muster so much fuss,
[11:22:43 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: it seems that dreams are made of this,
[11:22:54 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: for those of wanting needful bliss,
[11:23:16 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: it seems that dreams are made of games,
[11:23:37 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: that should make mirth of our worth,
[11:23:55 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: in hopes to build
[11:24:04 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: a bridge between the sky and moon,
[11:24:22 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: the sun that makes me chase horizons,
[11:24:47 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: the dreams that fall into the abyss,
[11:25:18 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: as things are made to go amiss,
[11:26:03 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: but we shall rise above the drama,
[11:26:11 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: sure to never rest on trauma,
[11:26:34 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: for ours are hearts built 'pon the free,
[11:26:43 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: elemental aspects of our liberty,
[11:26:55 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: for free as hearts are to soar,
[11:27:04 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: know the heavens evermore,
[11:27:13 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: where dreams are free to roam.

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Rockwell Wilder

Thank you Cherie.  It felt like fourteen minutes somehow, there was a lot of pausing...lol. Cheers!

~Rockwell

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sparrowsong

Hello Peter...

Amazing!

With pauses too...

Very Beautiful my friend!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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Rockwell Wilder

Thank you Sparrowsong, your encouragement is marvelous and appreciated!

~Rockwell

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