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i dreamt of the carnivals caravan dreamt of the wild rose who dwelt there enchanter of strange spells under the quick moon flying in clouds high up beyond fingertips reach enchanter of rich tapestry within moonlight of compassion's gentlest light her sweet smiles embraces all the caravan laid up roadside for the night and she spread out her blanket with her hoops she would spin the stars upon with her hoops she would spin her magic and song she picked a bead from her woven hair and set it like a jewel in the center of my world and with gentlest grin did ask if i wished to be lost or found knowing not which to be i let her choose and wrapping the hoops round her she spun the song of seasons feast she wove the tale from fabric of starlight and roses in the morning light i awoke to the last carriage of the caravan cresting distant hill like a the last piece of dream fading i had been set loose like a strange ship on a strange sea to find my destiny in the wild western lands where a dark dusky angel would take me into her song where i would find a ship to set sail for the lost edens tale
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
hoop dreamer
i dreamt of the carnivals caravan dreamt of the wild rose who dwelt there enchanter of strange spells under the quick moon flying in clouds high up beyond fingertips reach enchanter of rich tapestry within moonlight of compassion's gentlest light her sweet smiles embraces all the caravan laid up roadside for the night and she spread out her blanket with her hoops she would spin the stars upon with her hoops she would spin her magic and song she picked a bead from her woven hair and set it like a jewel in the center of my world and with gentlest grin did ask if i wished to be lost or found knowing not which to be i let her choose and wrapping the hoops round her she spun the song of seasons feast she wove the tale from fabric of starlight and roses in the morning light i awoke to the last carriage of the caravan cresting distant hill like a the last piece of dream fading i had been set loose like a strange ship on a strange sea to find my destiny in the wild western lands where a dark dusky angel would take me into her song where i would find a ship to set sail for the lost edens tale
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
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