Tuesday, June 23, 2009
My Heart Dreams
Where does my heart go, when I sleep? Is it really mine? Always, to keep? I feel that it must leave, somehow. To meet with yours and live in now. A path that's known, and seeped in dreams. It's lined with memories of what we've seen. Softly they speak of what will happen today. Make their plans. Show us the way. And so, I ask my heart to leave. Meet with yours riding my dreams. I'm following the light that gleams.
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