Creature dream
I hear whispers on the midnight airThey guide my mind, they take me there
You ride upon the giant creature
I see your face but not every feature
We fly accross rooftops through the night
Locked in my dreams I wait to take flight
Creature dream
I hear whispers on the midnight airPoetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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