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Stilldreams
There have been
In periods of disquiet
The seepage of poison
From an unransomed touch
A cause for restlessness,
This sweet venomous kiss of fate.
It numbs the nerves of conscious thought,
Until all that remains is the sublimely familiar.
What starts with a memory
Sees its end in mist, as I drink you in silence
Marked by sunsets and moonbreeze
Spilled into the heart.
Through lips, behind eyelids,
Name upon skin,
The ethereal distance melts
Within tremulous heartbeats.
In this garden of stilldreams
I have long surrendered to repose.
Eternity dies with the birth of dawn
And rises each time a reverie is formed.
Muse of my dreamverse
You will always be near like a whisper
Ever held in each sigh.
