Aging dreams of raging streams,
Makebelieve is what it seems,
Though once it was reality.
You’re endowed with rays of golden light
You’re like a siren singing her song,
I like to wallow in your delight.
I can’t resist your call for long.
But like the story goes,
Maybe you’ll lure my ship ashore,
My foundations breaking on rock and soil.
On the hard rock that seemed so soft..
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