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I'm listening to ice melt. It's funny sometimes, the things you notice when you're alone. The things you hear in the silence. The things we see in the dark. So I listen to the sound of the ice. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Cracking, dripping, wasting away. Am I fighting my sanity? Am a living in a dream? Nothing seems real anymore. In this silence. The ice is still ice but I don't feel like myself. I'm flying maybe, maybe hovering. I see myself in the puddle below. Soft touched and looking back at myself. A looking glass of water. Am I Alice? I run my fingers over the puddle and suddenly I'm a Picasso, a masterpiece. A work of art only to be seen in the dark. I am giving way like the hardened water. Drops of me gone, a little more every day. Drink of me what you will and in the Winter I will be myself again. Sane and wide awake.
Literature
Symphony of Dreams
I want to explode with you
softly
gently
nothing like an explosion;
our fire in shades of faith and fleeting touches.
I want to lay on the grass
my head on your stomach
and make a movie about us out of the moving clouds
using the sun and barely visible stars as props.
I want to make music with you
a symphony of dreams and realities we can see
but never touch.
I want to hold everything you are in the palm
of my hand
so I can feel your heart's desires seep into my skin.
I want your all
your anything
your pain and your joy.
I want to help you realize
that you're not alone.
I don't want to miss you anymore, love.
Literature
Your Dreams
I wonder what you dream at night,
While you are fast asleep.
Is someone there to hold you tight,
And is that someone me?
I wonder if you're comfortable,
While you are counting sheep.
Is someone there to keep you warm,
And hold you should you weep?
I wonder if you're safe in dreams,
Protected as you sleep.
Does someone stare into your eyes,
And long to kiss you deep?
I wonder what you'll dream tonight.
I wonder what you'll see.
I wonder if I'll be the one,
You've always dreamed I'd be.
Literature
In the Night
In the Night
Where will I go from here?
There is nothing left for me
All I can do is wander,
And carry myself with dignity
And they say...I don't belong,
So I still...wander along,
By myself forever...
In the night,
I lose myself,
I find it hard to return,
I realize there's a lesson,
To be learned
What do I think about,
When my minds crowded in fear?
When do I see and hear?
Where I go,
I will often,
Break down and cry,
I've nowhere left to go,
I wander on into the night!
And in the night,
I lose myself,
I find it hard to return,
I realize there's a lesson,
To be learned
And when I find all of the answers...
I'll be
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I like to think this is all a dream.
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