Sunday, 16 September 2012

Are we for real?

Last night
I met you in my dreams

You were standing there
By the flowing stream

The moon stood witness
Or so it seemed

You were unaware
After all it was my dream

Scripted by my heartbeats
Crafted out of your footprints

Tread softly
For you may find me

Struggling with my own self
Reason smothering my gasping soul

Will you stop by and ask
Or will you just carry on?

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