"How real and imaginary can turn"
How real and imaginary can turn
A new flower into a dream
Or a voice into a woman
How a boat took us to an island
Where a stone moved a little
And softly played a song
How real and imaginary can turn
And where the new voices sang
The roses grew from stone
How we were waking from a dream
While the horses were all stirring
And the moon was going down
How real and imaginary can turn
A dream into a new song
Or a woman into a flower
How the stone was turned to stars
And the island made us a boat
While the sea was singing
© 2016 Rob Schackne
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