THESE UNFORGOTTEN DREAMS

In attic silence

The dusty dreams sleep

Shrouded in shadowed whisperings.

Webbed-in, remote and dignified,

These unforgotten once sparkled

In the young burnished sun

Like golden tambourines.

Released from veiled slumber,

Brought into today,

Would they be luster-lost

And songless now?

Ah, well, and even so,

Let the magician-voiced vendor

Call his striking wares

Sharp as polished silver:

.           New dreams, new dreams,

.           New dreams for old

No one will lean from this unshuttered window

To make the trade, for then

The Aladdin heart might break.

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