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The Dream

I woke from a dream of childhood
where all is joy,
and peace, and play,
and freedom to be happy.
I woke from that dream prematurely
into a kind of death...

Now I stumble through this miserable day
drunk with fatigue,
and the cares of this life,
longing just to sleep,
to return once again
to that beautiful dream.

      Hush clamorous world.
      Be still, be quiet,
      and let my baby sleep.
      Let her dream the dream
      until she is finished with it.

Kevin Ranville

Author's note