Floating dreams down a ghostly stream,
the love & desire ever so missed,
and quietly floats with willow leaves,
through the clouds of silvery mist,
and quietly floats away.
With the whispers of the willows,
the shimmer of the moon,
and the trickle of forgotten dreams
that float along the ghostly stream.
Shadows drift along clouded waters,
and sounds of the night draw near,
whispers of hope guide floating dreams,
through the clouds of mist to waters clear,
into the light of moonbeams.
And hope guides them home,
through the darkness of despair,
past the edge of the waters,
so forgotten dreams can be shared.
It is there,
along the streams of dream land,
where our dreams shall live,
long after they're forgotten dreams..
Honorable mention
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