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Poems for Children: The Paper Symphony (Opus 1) Night Dreams

    Under silver-mottled cottage moss

    Drenched with Autumn rain

    Abandoned footprints hint of yesterdays

    As they are slowly washed away.

    See as you walk childhood paths

    Stars reign over shadow and shade

    Behind the place where lost vacations

    Are played and pleasantly weighed.

    And as you drift off over the waves

    Of the Weaver’s wise and simple charms

    Your eyelids billow to a flute of willow

    Then dreaming softly upon your pillow.

    From cloud to ocean is the course

    Then scented airs and simple fares

    Warm cinnamon buns and merry fun

    And then your dreams are done.

    Then when you rise to a promising sun

    And dust a joyous sleep from your eyes

    And strain to reach in directions all

    To break your blankets happy hold

    Shout out – β€˜Yes, this is a day to be me!’

    Max S