Dewdrop kiss

 

In those dulcet dreams,

tones of infinity sing

of the internal sting,

the pain within.

I sing back, in response,

but they don't hear a thing.

My voice wavering,

waving as it

leaves me.

Yearning.

 

In the subtle notes

of moonlight,

over a green grass glade,

on a summer night.

I try to shout, clear my lungs

get the words to fall out,

but I just rasp,

grasping tightly

to my own self doubt.

 

Could we run barefoot

in the wet grass, dance naked

in the rain?

Feel the water,

a soft velvet blanket

easing our pain. Could we entice

the shooting stars

to light up the skies

just for us?

Or just lay in the soft bliss

of a dewdrop kiss

feeling only eternal happiness.

 

In the inconspicuous

absence of fear,

we can be free

to do whatever we dare.

Feel the wind rush

through your hair

as we hold the tenuous strands

of reality tightly to share that

we care for it.

Showing that we

will be there

whenever the veil

starts to slip

and the world

of our imaginations

takes a grip

of our fear for a bit.

 

 

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