To the west, the sun was waning
while I slept and dreamt this dream
In the far off east I saw the clouds
that were slowly, surely coming
There was no rain there was no moon
in the land of unanswered dreams
But in the farthest reach of east
they danced amongst the moonbeams
Have I died? Have I lived?
Have I come to know what seems
more than ever in this slumbering being
what I should have born to be
You held me close one sacred day
we danced between the raindrops' daggers
but the distant thunder cannot wake me
it does not rock, take or break me
A storm can quench a heart with waters
or fill an ear with echoes
What you choose to be
depends on where you are standing
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