I awoke within a dream
While other people slept
And found that there despite it all
My sanctity had kept
So with the beacons I have known
I gladly add my light
I burn the candle of myself
But do not curse the night
Softly still I walk between
The shadowed cracks of time
So only those who wish to wake
Will hear the flowered rhyme
The dream goes on but where I look
Illusions part for me
I know the meaning of my life
My purpose is to Be
~July 24, 1990
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