Shared dreams
I thought I caught a glance
Of the dance of a smile
Wile its path in the aftermath
Of a dream 'tween you and I,
But why,
It seemed I wasn't allowed to know.
I vowed, then, to grow the seed sewn,
Hone the understanding commanding my attention,
And not mention the walks, the talks,
The imaginings ravaging so wondrously within -
Your voice, your laugh, your skin -
Until now.
Truth is, if I knew how to write these words
So they could be heard as honest introspection
On the interjection of your being,
Of seeing your presence so clearly,
I would hold them almost as dearly
As what you say each night.
But what might be the truth,
What proof purchases ground,
What sound argument exists
That this... blissful curse... remains
Questions the lines beyond sane,
Faith, and spirit.
When you call, I hear it.
Your essence. Your appearance.
I create entire worlds
Just to come near it.
Just to voice a reply,
Leaving the why until morning,
The warnings for our waking
Making me pray for one more breath,
One more moment in this little death...
One less goodbye.
But opened eyes still fear the truth
Our youthful hearts tearfully accepted
Before they intercepted logic and reason,
Changing the season of one life to the next,
One answer to the quest
Of what makes us who we are.
There are no stars without light,
No nights without dream,
No proof that the stream of consciousness
That awakes in us actually exists...
But I know this,
Even if I don't know why.
When I fall to sleep at night,
There is no wrong or right way to be.
Just you. And me. Talking once again,
Wondering when our dreams may come true.
For me.
For you.
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