visions of flames <br />showing people without names <br />faces in the night <br />quietly asking for light <br />small fires afar, aglow <br />across wide valleys, way below <br />sitting on mountain tops alone <br />looking to the sky, searching for home <br />whispering waters trying to speak <br />dark curtains refusing to give a peak <br />the funeral march of Chopin <br />singing: we will never pass this way again <br />breathing in entire clouds <br />learning to love, as never before allowed <br />joyous for no particular occasion <br />embracing a pure, peaceful sensation <br />laughing without restraint <br />in finding, all are part sinner, part saint... <br />some dark, some light, <br />these strange visitors of the deep night.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-of-dreams/
