In my sleeping dreams,
between sleeping and awake,
and in my dreaming days--
yes, I had a dream last night:
view down a side street
lovers on a swing
silent world behind the scene
I just love when the calm surrounds you
between sleeping and awake;
when morning comes misty-eyed,
shy as spring
slowly awakening
(hard times for dreamers)
(we can do hard things)
awake.
(I can feel your smile,
your tart kiss on my lips.
I miss you.
Some days are hard;
you've been away too long.
it's not so black as it seems.
it's not so black as it seems.
this storm will pass.
awake.)
Feeling tangled
an unlikely combination:
fragments; a love affair.
Age does not matter.
Nothing matters.
Will it ever end?
Please don't ask how it could be--
The unwritten page
The freedom of loneliness:
time to think,
there is always room for emptiness.
Sweep the heart.
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