Dreamed Dreamy Sky

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Though our minds are shackled, we dream still at night
with wary eyes; wary thoughts we yearn for long
as we look up to the skies, and wish – to fly like a kite.

Winds haunt, clouds tempt – in daydreams we delight,
for the boundless sky croons honey tunes and knows no wrong;
though our minds are shackled. We dream still, at night:

a caged bird that once flew sings its bitter plight
and we, of down below, note its piercing song
as we look up to the skies and wish to fly. Like a kite

it flounders, and like two kites we fight,
with words full-stops and no one’s wrong –
though our minds are. Shackled, we dream still (at night)

of glad nightmares, and sad hopes we light
though these vibrant roses bite – long-walked roads still long
as we look up to the skies and wish to fly like a kite.

But earth begs and storms wail, and so the lightning strikes –
sleep well, our wishes: real skies are bright and wrong.
Though our minds are shackled, we dream still at night
as we look up to the skies, and wish – to fly like a kite.

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