Words may appear upon the page
And dream in wary days,
But the worlds that stand on Eustace’s land
Are but a dream away.
Through time and thoughts and dreams alike,
The passing has its joy
And in the after morning bliss
The trials shall bear no more.
There is a truth that hides itself
There is but one and more
They lie within the mind and heart
And stand upon the door.
They lie within the mind and heart
And stand upon the door.
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Marty Reep 