and i would dream distant dreams
of things that could not be,
knowing full well they would all come true
if you dreamed them too with me.
our laughter would echo and thunder
through valleys thick with pines,
over mountains, meadows and oceans,
across the sea of time.
and we would see as children then
and travel to distant lands
until the morning catches us
waking in the sand.
6/2/1991
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