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As in a dream half-waking I remain,
I try to grasp one vital, fleeting part,
Where opposite emotions intertwine in strain—
I know the joy, I know the aching heart.
The future still is faint, a distant gleam,
Yet every feeling grows more strong, more deep,
All futures dwell within the realm of dream—
Archetypes and forms that ideas keep.
In the silence before dawn,
In the gloom where light is drawn,
Archetypes and fleeting forms are swirling through my mind,
Of what the fates for you designed.
Like through the mist, I gaze into tomorrow,
I turn today and yesterday around,
It seems the path ahead is clear to follow,
And soon my fate to better ground is bound.
I strive to keep it pure, untainted, whole,
Not drive it off with my impatient cry,
I long to mend each fracture in my soul,
To catch the lessons passing by.
In the silence before dawn,
In the gloom where light is drawn,
Archetypes and fleeting forms are swirling through my mind,
Of what the fates for you designed.
I ready myself for the coming day,
Scene after scene, the script I write,
Then in my sleep, I catch the shapes at play—
Archetypes and forms I birth, I breathe the light of night.
In the silence before dawn,
In the gloom where light is drawn,
Archetypes and fleeting forms are swirling through my mind,
Of what the fates for you designed.
In dream and waking hour,
Archetypes and forms I scour.
In dream and waking hour,
Archetypes and forms I scour.
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