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  • Open Daily: 10am - 10pm
    Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm

    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611
Dreams of Glass

Dreams of Glass

McElhinny, Dakota

Paperback

General Poetry

ISBN10: 1674807775
ISBN13: 9781674807775
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Dec 31 2019
Pages: 92
Weight: 0.32
Height: 0.22 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
Beyond One Step

I gaze at the open road, as my heart calls me away / Taking one step at a time, why am I so afraid? Upon my mother's tongue, my name is in the breeze / There's a world full of memories, beyond what my eyes see.

One step after another, I'm walking down the road / She's still calling me, with the gift she has bestowed. I don't know where I'm going, but know I must be free / Who am I to deny her? For all will come to be.

One step at a time, I'm following her call / This world is so vast, what happens if I fall? If I fall, I'll find myself, and grow some wings to fly / For destiny is calling me, beyond the great blue sky.

The Flaw of Man

Selling his soul willingly, man worries not about the cost / Riding on the hands of time, man dreams of what he's lost. And when he's old and dying, Death will take him to depart / But man will own nothing, not a body, soul or heart.

Kota's Lullaby

Rest now, little child, and enter peaceful slumbers / Dream of all that's good, like sunshine in the summer. Every story has its moral, and every song has a tale / Rest now, little child, and let your dreams prevail.

Along the little rivers, there are whispers in the wind / They've been waiting ever-long, for you to return to them. Satyrs play their reed pipes, while sirens sing their songs / Dream now in sweet slumbers, for this is where you belong.

There's a ship out on the ocean, and a breeze within her sails / Wishing to take you away, do you hear her hails? Every voice is different and given shortly to the world / Every heart holds a melody, waiting to be unfurled.

There's a party along the highlands, a ringing of delight / Free like a thousand diamonds, they dance into the night. There's magic in their music, a calling to the mystified / For far away they're humming, the tune of Kota's lullaby.

Rest now, little child, and enter peaceful slumbers / Dream of all that's good, like sunshine in the summer. Every story has its moral, and every song has a tale / Rest now, little child, and let your dreams prevail.

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