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So clever - Except when it counts

I live through dreams - in ink

Once I traveled to a far off place Just to see what I could see Wondering what in this moving world Would ever become of me And as I wandered, I stopped upon A darkly night robed street The kind of place where you never know Who or what you’ll meet And as I stood in the shadows deep A woman came to me Trailing sights from the future fair Asking if I wanted to see And as I stood I wondered brief Would I want to see? Would I believe the future fair, If she showed it to me? She whispered soft in...

I find myself, back turned, Listening to the rustle of your leaving One last glance brushes Across the back of my neck, as if You’d actually touched me. A ritual we have devised No fears, no breath, no goodbyes No final words, not even Temporary ones to bide us until The next time that we meet. I can feel you, hovering, Wanting so to whisper something But wanting no words To lie between us should we never Meet again. Turning my head, I smile A soft, gentle goodbye, spoken with The only langua...

I’ve seen the eyes of the darkest night And felt its eerie breath The sliding touch of its too cold hands Has brought me close to death But in the arms of these nightmare nights I find the most perfect dreams Joy and pain and love and delight But nothing is quite what it seems Dreaming soft and dreaming sweet I stumble in my sleep And all my dreams become my life And I’m captured somewhere deep Somewhere far in the distance I catch a glimpse of the man The one who knows what our dreams are An...