The Errant Apprentice on The Duck: Page 14

Page 14

on May 22, 2013

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
Listened to a lot of Sting when I wrote this.

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