Sláinte

~ The Secret Life of Poets ~

by 3rdDerivative

We wander upon that lonely hour

where time is suspended 'twixt dark and dawn,

When mists of grey veil the sleeping flower

and the vibrant colors of day are gone.

We gather the songs of that ancient land

from the mountains, canyons, valleys, and streams,

In the crumbling ruins of castles we stand

by shadows of prophets, peasants, and kings.

Yet in such enchantment we cannot stay

for we are mortal, and bound to the earth

When that hour wanes we must turn away

and rise like the rest to business and work.

In between two worlds, we live and conceal

that our lives are a dream...

And our dreams, are real.

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