Dream-boy
Sunday morning quite. Cold. Winter snow melts in time, as much as a surprise when it falls
I wake from dreams unknown origins, who knows why what when where how the mind populates unconsciousness
You were there, again. I can recognize you from a billion miles away and further still. Always a
player on the scene— the Sun I gravitate around pulling me forever into your orbit. Surely, you would
dream of me as much just for propriety. It would only be fair— to know, I affect the same revelation. It ' s
too grey outside to see the outline of your star and far to dark inside to see anything clearly. This single
naked light-bulb, this blue flame that warms me reveals the distance we ' ve come back to reality.
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