Dreams

Another night goes by and I fall asleep to the sound of

Poems, words, songs

Writing themselves in my head fervishly

Silently, anonymously

So quickly so sweetly so fleeting

So much beauty lulling me gently to sleep

Like my thoughts of you I wonder

Why it is when I write them down

It’s never quite what I thought initially

Or what I felt

It’s just the tail end of a wave I ride

Each night right before I drift asleep

Wondering why it is I can’t ever have

The things in my dreams


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