There was a girl
Between the earth and the sky,
Shadow of a girl
Like a bird she did fly.
There was a girl
I spied between moon and sun,
But when I looked again
That girl had gone.
There was a girl
I saw across the lake,
But when I reached out for her
From the dream I did wake.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Made of sticks and stones 
Those pesky dreams leave us in the morning.
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Yes those pesky dreams, but they do keep us dreaming!!
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