Saturday, July 18, 2009


Dreams of the dead
awake sleeping memories

Dreams of exes
give joy and repent

Dreams of before
become nothing at all

Dreams of now
to be realised

Dreams of the future
so lucid, so bright
but also too high
for a creature
of this planitude
To reach up against the sun
and sway that dream
till the morning comes.

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