Finding The Dream

You can find the sleep
but not the dream
Elusive every night
It never was, it seems

Searching to remember
a long forgotten theme
raking the dark of night
forgetting what it means

One of full awakening
filled with beauty and bliss
but in the dawns fleeting
simple joy that you miss

Stoic Poetry

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