Essence of Dreams

Feelings of Friendship

We are the music makers

Her laughter was like music, as it fell upon my ear.

and we are the dreamers of dreams.

Her voice was soft, luscious, that I yearned to hear.

Wandering by lonely sea breakers

and sitting by solitaire streams.

Her ethereal dance was like the wind, whispering through the flowers.

World wanders and world forsakers,

Her graceful flowing movements, I watched by the hour.

on whom the pale moon gleams.

Yet we are the movers and shakers;

How I remember her in tears, as I waited for her in vain.

of the world, forever it seems.

I remember her with laughter, now I feel my sadness fade.

With amazing deathless ditties

Now I think of her smiling, as I look down the road of the years.

we build up the world’s majestic cities.

And as I think of her in silk, I know our meeting nears.

And out of a legendary story,

we create a kingdom’s glory.

Her face was like a rose, endowed with beauty.

Her lips were enchantingly sweet; I wanted to taste with passion.

One flame with a dream, at pleasure

shall go forth and conquer the crown.

Her essence was the dawn of day, soaring high like an eagle.

And two with a new song’s measure

Her hands were dazzling jewels, I held as tears were shed.

will trample the barrier down.

I remember her in tears, as I waited for her in vain.

In the buried past of the earth,

And as I remember her with laughter, I pray we meet again.

we built our love with sighing

and embraced it with our mirth.

Now I think of her in silk, as I look down the road of the years;

Bewildering them with our prophesies;

I think of her happiness, this disbands all my fears.

to the old of the new world’s mirth.

For each era is a dream that is dying

Wayne-Thomas Lapre

or one that is coming to birth.

Copyright © 1996

Wayne-Thomas Lapre

Copyright © 1997