This was so much fun writing. I love the style, the emphasis gained from repetition and repeating rhyme schemes. For more information on writing a villanelle, follow the link.
The Dreamers
We are such things that dreams are made,
grasping these stars, we refuse to sleep.
Our beauty lies in that we are unafraid.
While most collect years in retrograde,
sidling over pasts, we refuse to weep.
We are such things that dreams are made.
We know future comes in unfamiliar shade
and that time is a bauble no man can keep.
Our beauty lies in that we are unafraid.
We charge the concourse this folly has laid,
so our lives have no borders, and the reach stretches deep.
We are such things that dreams are made.
We are the heart’s ante, passion’s best hand played,
the way ideas meet action, and are forced to leap.
Our beauty lies in that we are unafraid.
We are miracles, outlasting the maddening tirade
of why life can’t be exactly what our souls long to reap.
We are such things that dreams are made.
Our beauty lies in that we are unafraid.
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