Dream

A sleeping Phoenix
quills of eternal fire
But what does it dream?

I find the gateway
And enter the roaring fields
The sandman was kind

And I came prepared
The bird tattooed on my back
Acts as my guide here

The scenery shifts
I recognize the dreamer
I have come to meet

No, not a nightmare
We converse throughout the night
Free to go or stay

I wish I could stay
Forever on this shoreline
But we must wake up

Whispering secrets
To be carried through till dawn
We must both be free

Both the gracious host
And courteous messenger
Part hesitantly

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