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(in my dreams) no time at all has passed so I go and I find you and there you are, before me (and in dreams) there are miracles so I end up in your arms how could it be otherwise? (and in my dream) you open the door and I see your face - so perfect - and I'm relieved: you're real. I thought it might have been a... and I wake (of course) in a room I recognize and you're a million miles away not knowing I think of you nor that I ever did I find your photograph and there, your perfect face not smiling for me - only in dreams do you look at me that way. (and you are far away and I... don't want to wake.) |
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and I don't know why you should have any hold on me now except once in your eyes I saw the sky reflected and though I could never see beneath your surface for a moment at least I knew your mind though you elude me when I try to look deeper I yet sense your longing; your intention to fly earthbound as I am, you fill me with wonder the rush of your intensity and inscrutable ways, subtle hint of your darkness drawing me, inexorable, and the thrill of the thought of a moment upon your wings. |
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gravity intensifies my orbit slipping sideways until you become the centre drawing me in spinning me round these parallels |the things | |that might | |have been| the membrane between alternate worlds force you into being, in the future, and to exist a little closer to my core. |