'Dreamscape'
She shows her face to billions
but her soul to only few
watching in silent serenity
from her perched and perfect view
and from behind her subtle smile
her eyes begin to glow
with secrets she keeps from all but those
who already seem to know
those select and solemn few
who see beyond the veil
and know which way the tides are turning
and when to set their sails
for they sail a blackened ocean
on crests of silver waves
riding the winds of a dreamscape
that haunts the mist-filled days
for in a world with no horizon
no other shores exist
and once she's caught you in her web
the dream cannot desist
and as she weaves you thru her loom
the pattern begins to show
you simply smile and join the dance
you already seemed to know
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