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She sleeps in the shade of forgotten sorrows

the broken has been mended, but

some pains out last the novacaine.

The past has made her scared to dream, because

a nightmare lies within every silver lining

or so it seems

and even though I want my voice to be the wind that lifts her spiriits

I think its the shadows of her fallen past that push, and

push to keep me close yet so far away.

It is in between a blink of an eye,

just before she wakes,

that she is faced with all of the answers to what is to be

what was

what never will be a was

and when she awakens her split second nirvana

land with all the questions answered that you want

has disolved as the rays of sun break though the window panes, but

left her with enough left to let the imagination play with what it sees like a

toy found behind the tree

after all the other presents were unwrapped long ago on a faded christmas past

We know not what the future holds, but

she knows what the dream of her heart seeks.



Cx Patterson