Dream weavers never meet, just sail together
Existing in oneironautics, to elude life's tether
Alas in reality, white horses yield to the waves
Delusions of athanasia, lying in watery graves
White squalls corrupt, the reveries, of a flotilla
As their dreams become nightmares, of Scylla
The roiling maelstrom, will turn hope, into fate
Ebbing, from the forever, only fables, navigate
Rest in peace, when sleep's too deep, to wend
Dream weavers 'believe' but cannot transcend
With wind in the sail, they may give no quarter
3 bells, though, may claim a toll in dead water
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