CAMELOT FANTASIES

PAST LIVES I DREAM

Again at last, regressing my lives ov long ago.
A poet from the past, no wonder the words do flow.
If only I did surpass, who was the poet, and when the poet did pass.
Visions ov my find, visits the my dreams.
Sometimes, I wish that I could scream.
Not always knowing, what they mean.
Regressing, brings me to the scenes.
Finding my past lives, who they were and what they mean.
Some beautiful, but yet my lives were extreme
In this I must confess, with my life I was impressed.
With finesse, sitting by the streams, in vintage dress.
Always haunting me, in my dreams.