... He's a poet, an outsider and even a stranger, thriving in the world of the rhymed and unrhymed lines in his head, illuminating everything that surrounds him. He sees and hears things that are inaccessible to the rest of us, a contemplator to whom the secret life of words and other people's dreams is revealed... he's a dreamwalker.
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Midnight hour, moonlight beam
Wanders like a zombie in an endless dream
Step by step
So removed
Unraveling the darkness Into threads of blue
Captured in his thoughts
of love and pain and loss
Letters fall in line,
the phantoms of his mind
Head in the clouds, away from the crowds
You're a dreamwalker
Don't look down at the battleground
You're a dreamwalker, a dreamwalker
Open eyes, whispering lips
Conquering the stars with his fingertips
Empty streets
Traffic lights
Shattering the quiet, he hears an angel cry
Calling in the wind,
Penetrating skin
Dangerous divine,
Disintegrating silence
Head in the clouds, away from the crowds
You're a dreamwalker
Don't look down at the battleground
You're a dreamwalker, a dreamwalker
The power of her plea
His solitude, her need
The poet and his verse
Come crashing back to earth
Head in the clouds, away from the crowds
You're a dreamwalker
Don't look down at the battleground
You're a dreamwalker, a dreamwalker