The Face of a Dream
21st Century
The walls were dripping down into the mud at my feet
I remember you far to well
Every night I see you there in the magic of my sleep
A burning passion that feels like hell
I close my eyes and try to return
It's been so long from when i had last seen you
There in the darkness, beneath my eyes, your image burns
I crawl across the river with nothing to do
T his time I am covered with the mud
You approach me with such love it seems
Taking my hand, I hold onto yours'
Looking at the face of a dream.
DayPoems Poem No. 2377
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