The old dreams …

The old dreams are beautiful,
beloved, soft-toned, and sure,
but the dream-stuff is molten and moving mysteriously,
alluring my eyes;
for I, am I not also dream-stuff,
am I not quickening,
diffusing myself in pattern,
shaping and shapen?
– unknown

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