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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