Dreams - a poem

Dreaming of places far away,
dreaming of something I do not see.
I see something I cannot dream about,
I dream about something I cannot see.

I dream about the Golden Wood,
a place hidden by time and magic,
a secret path East of the Moon and West of the Sun,
a Haven for weary travellers.

I cannot see those places, but I know they are there
because I see them in my dreams.

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