Thursday, August 25, 2011

dream lover, i wanna hold your hand





Midnight, aubergine skies with not a star in sight.
A cold night yet a warm glow from the only other beating heart.
Cluttered room, packed room, all but empty without you.
Pounding heart, welling tears a queer squeeze in the chest.
Let the tears of fear be captured in a dreamcatcher's brave heart.
May wondrous dreams pass through the threads so thin.
Pray such a lover's prologue, granted a happy tale with no ending.


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