Dreams Of Other Dreams Poem by Rodney Dufault

Dreams Of Other Dreams

We are who the timberwolves
are watching through the trees.
We are who the fire brings
beneath a stricken breeze.

We are the souls of Neverfound
and often shall we cry,
but 'til we hear that lonely sound
we know we'll never die.

Perfect we can never be.
So close, but yet so far.
We are the dreams of other dreams
from amongst another star.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I actually think was from one of the only times I took drugs...mushrooms. It was the night I grabbed my wife's hand and wouldn't let go. Our relationship started there. Next day really, because we both asked each other the next day if we were 'going out'.
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