After a day of life is done
We sleep each night, one by one...
We dream with an internal inner sight,
But how much of it, do we recall?
And through the course of nocturnal night,
Do we dream in part, or dream it all?
And do we start, when asleep we fall?
How much that passes through the mind,
Do we awaken there to find?
But History, lies in slumber
And dreams of all the past...
Of things so vast in number,
Rememb'ring first to last... ―John Riedell
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