“We Are the Dream”

Becoming the dream
and not the remains
of a distant memory

A life lived in silence
sans the fading whispers
of a long-forgotten love song
Dwelling only in the shadows
of a broken heart,
lingering, gently,
on the trails
of the fading notes
hoping, perhaps, to be
caught in the fade
but nay

My slumbering heart
has woken to a touch, it seems,
of an angel's wings
across my heart
and through my soul
surfing the trails
of my own star
shooting,
vibrant and galactic

I've awoken to me
becoming the dream

When the living world
closes her eyes to rest
I am the dream she sees
I am the life she lives
inside the dream
when all her hopes
are free to be

Becoming my own dream,
I am.
Dream with me
And become your own
dream, too.

~*~
02/19/07


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