Saturday, 7 June 2008

Facing Reality

I see you standing there
Before me, you take
My hand, stroke my hair.

We walk alone, in flowered fields
Of red, white and blue.
Just me and you.

Your lips meet mine
By the river our bodies entwine.
The sun is warm and soft.
Grass tickles my ears.
You sprinkle petals in my hair,
Of white, blue and red.

I open my eyes.
Reality claims you from me once more.
Another dream is dead.

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