The Dance of Dreams

The Dance of Dreams
By Stephen Smoke

Children dance the dance of dreams
   Till from their sleep they wake
Such innocence is precious gold
   Lost when morning breaks

The world is wide and welcoming
   When seen through children’s eyes
They see the world as it is
   Before they learn to cry

Through valleys and the darkest nights
   The tears of angels run
To oceans that connect us all
   And make the many one

But such connection’s hard to see
   And seldom what it seems
Unseen by most since they were young
   And danced the dance of dreams

 © 2002 by Stephen Smoke. All rights reserved.

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