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Drifting dreams across my skin
Like chimeric cobwebs lie
Weaving a wonder made out of tin
A gilded alibi.

And though romantic dreams are shattered
Each day that we walk among men
Sometimes I think they're all that mattered
As I reached from the now to the when.

So seize your dreams; Don't let them go!
More precious to soul than lust
For gold, or god, or love's sweet show
For gloried dominion o'er all men below;
Sans dreams, thy meat is dust.

Robert G. Brown 2007-03-21