Catching a dream by Charles Lennox Wright

A dream is born

in the womb of night

as the stars keep shining bright

and in between, I’m torn

between dreams of night

and chains of midnight

perched in mid-flight

I, gather the strength to fly,

to believe in the beauty of spring,

in my capable wings.

I have to create many memories yet,

I have to live many stories yet,

I’m not ready to give up yet.

In the womb of night
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