In dreams I continue to lose things ---
I no more lose my way like before
Now it is a ticket or a receipt or card
The searching is frantic but this is not
The search I would like to be in when
Reality intrudes and brings me back
Something less mundane would make
My dream more worthy of remembering
I could be seaching for an ancient text
About a propulsion faster than light
To reach the farthest galaxies known
And return younger than when I left
Or words to describe an angel of light
Who whispered the secrets of the universe
That I could tell no one but may hint at.
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