Dreams of an impossible past,
Dreams of a hungry child living in a magical place;

Dreaming as a child of fairy tales, fables and legends;
Dreaming of white tigers, dragon kings, fox girls, and foolish brides;

As a child, I never understood their meanings,
Yet listening to mother speak,
Filled me up with wondrous things,

Now, In the last four years,
These dreams of impossible things
have captured me again,

In my twilight years
with trembling hands,
I try to capture these dreams of an
impossible time,
From my fading memories
of impossible things.


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