Dream quiet her touch
When certain a grasp a clutch
Handled, not so much
Dream quiet her touch
When certain a grasp a clutch
Handled, not so much
I’ve experienced the pain
discovered the joy
watched a sunset
she held my heart
one time I remember
sitting in a park
busy with personality
while we
the two of us
alone in love
watched the wonder
of our eyes.
We wanted to live
with our love forever
we knew the time
the sunset arriving
our homes in separate
worlds together
today we can no
longer imagine
the beauty of
a day in
each other’s
hopeful arms
The moment arrived
the illusion – died
Afraid to speak
move
move please
underneath your composure
lives vibrancy
a heart so magical
withdrawn to an instance
moment turns hours.
Failure
always here
knocking
to return your privilege
step off
clearly the density
mystique driven
will offer that path
of least
responsibility.
Appreciate this
inside storms
graying panic of time
although dim sadness
we merit
do not ever forget
that essence
though worrisome
in presence
still
still
we still did know
love.
For now
blood that circulates
seems only a dream
rather the nightmare
be my
partner in bed
an icy retreat.
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