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Poetry from within
   

If wishes were dreams
and
dreams were wishes


If wishes were dreams and dreams were wishes

If only we could share; pulling a wishbone in two

If dreams became real and wishes come true

If a coin in a well bought forth your kisses

Id give away my fortune, for a moment with you.



There is no future; in the past.

Memories of the mind

cannot be recreated

for nothing is the same twice.



Look to dreams of the future

for that is where destiny lies,

not in that, which is left behind.

Turn the key, lock the door

Archive it.



Pipe dreams spiral aromatically

Intoxicating false hopes; but

When brought into reality

They are tampered; into

Mind numbing predictability

Foresight abandoned.

Jan Hedger