Transcendental Sonnet #1369:
Dreams
for Heartshope Kandaroo
Each of these sonnets which I write
Happens to me like a seizure
It is something inside my head
Which comes like a dream in the night
It wants to be born and be said
And not at casual leisure
But be spoken to life and read
And listened to seriously
New dreams arise from old dreams dead
And this is the reason for me
To be to see what I can do
With this uncommon destiny
This calling I believe is true
To dream and give my dreams to you
+Steven Curtis Lance
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