The Sunset Spectacle of Smooth Melancholy
A man once told me
He had never dreamed
But for one reason
He sat me down
Stated plainly
"I don't dream."
"Of course you do;
Everyone does."
Naivety spilling from my lips
Awkwardly stumbling
Over the smooth melancholy
Of his profound wisdom
"I don't."
More plain wisdom
No denying it
He explained
With hat in hand
The world in the other
That what we call
Dreaming
He calls sleepy imagination
"You have to have a dream
To dream."
He places hat to head
He walked away
But turned when bathed
In sunset spectacle
He smiled
And suddenly I knew
Why I had never dreamt
Why, until that day
When my dreams took form
I was stuck in my imagination
You have to have a dream
To dream
Which is why I never did
Until I met you
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