As the sun comes and goes,
Thoughts wander down
A path built by wondrous dreams.
With the wary whispers whispering,
The dreams that were dreamt were whisked away.
Far far away to a land built by perception.
Perceived perfection.
As the sun swiftly comes and goes,
Thoughtless thoughts wander down
A path built by dimming dreams.
SONYA A WATSON 