are you real?

of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the light between our eyes, is amazing
and the images that cross from mine to yours
are computations of our dreams
and of them, we see...

in the wind i see the wilted flower blossoms detached from home andblowing toward the sunset
i think i dreamed them into flight
i think i dreamed them into flight


and in the midst of all the stardust, we are silent
and the sounds we hear are the echoes of our heartbeats
and our souls whispering to each other in code
and we listen, and we try to listen

to the treetops blowing back and forth
in and out of the moons view
i think i dreamed it into the sky
i think i dreamed it into the sky


for when we're young and sleeping softly, we don't notice
that someday we'll be stolen from our beds of soft wool covers
but we'll be whisked away on a chilly chilly wind
that adopts our flourishing souls and hands, our hearts

our hearts have melded into one,
and they will thrive on the breeze of the angels
and they will carry me to you...
til then
i'll dream you into view
i'll dream you into view...
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • MeddleDealMeddleDeal Posts: 2,547
    it kind of reminds me of 'given to fly' :)
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    ~*STONEY PONY all the WAY!*~
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    "For the world, not for the war"-Neil Finn
  • Originally posted by MeddleDeal
    it kind of reminds me of 'given to fly' :)

    <3:)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
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