I often wonder if my dreams
Are unique to me, alone
Intense, Swirling, Thrashing, Rolling
Colors turn to piercing tones
Strain to snap myself awake,
Break the vapors, Blue delusion,
Twisting, Turning, Searing, Burning
Stagnant time, true illusion
Move just once, my fingers clutch
That subtle twitch that means so much,
Grasping, holding, eye's molding,
Is he there,
Bodies touch,
Blink and think,
To the sunlight I reach,
Do I see you, shining, glowing, stop the flowing,
The battle has been won, "I'M AWAKE!"
2007-06-16
12:23:28
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Helena Handbasket
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