Bobette Bryan's Poetry
New Dreams
Now the sun sinks
into the great dim deep.
where the stars rock
the moon to sleep.
And the moon weeps
a silent silver rain
for lost dreams that
will never shine again,
but as he slumbers,
he smiles because he knows,
that new dreams are born
with each wind that blows.
By Bobette Bryan, © 2010
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