we wandered through the lotus vales
searching for those things of tales
stomping cross old weapons rust
releasing flowers diamond dust
as the pollen reached its height
the verdant valley hid from sight
the silver moonlight filtered through
broke by blossoms which were few
why hast though broken tranquil peace?
when you sought only a release
the petals fell upon the land
as we left footprints cross the sand
before we list to the settle
the flowers dream would test our mettle
can we resist the call of sleep?
which plummets to eternal deep
and while our minds float gently hither
worldly bodies left to shiver
dancing through the field of dreams
home of souls or so it seems
we dream of heroes long ago
whose journey was where they could row
we hear them struggle 'gainst long night
which helps to aid us in our plight
we hasp our conscience to this thought
yet should we ever need have fought?
we shed the dream as autumn leaves
as night the dawn then swiftly cleaves
we wander past this field of lores
field of dreams, field of wars

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