I rest in sleep 'til the dawn creeps in
that door that opened leads to a garden
wide open views without the usual fences
the mountains purple with skies of blue
sweeping to the valley with wondrous hues
the breeze sings a song with a new tune
I know the reason--it's all you
the unanswered knocks on those old doors
millions of questions there weren't answers for
like a child's game I tallied the score
I couldn't win but went back for more
but now I dream in color again
I rest in sleep 'til the dawn creeps in
paid the piper for all past sins
removing the loss is the best revenge
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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