Poetry from a Time Forgotten : In Lucid Hours

Sunday, March 12, 2006

In Lucid Hours

Your lucid fingers touch me in the morning mist of sleep. I awake and look around, dark shadows stare back, splendid spangled dreams call me back down. I try to return to that place where you found me, in quantum lucidity, Eyes close now, I await... Return with your amazing essence... touch me again... Sign in to see full entry.

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