11.21.2007

In My Dreams

The lonely heart wanders through enchantment, raptures of the extreme

The powerful emotions, ever changing

seem to erupt in my dream.

Will the world stop spinning, twisting, churning – drop me down?

From this life disaster,

to repair, to heal, to calm.

Slowly waking, eyes are open, fluttering with a yawn

The new horizon, I am hopeful,

I welcome the coming dawn.

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