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Starry Skies.

Perfect Lies.



Here with you.

Except no ones there.



Your arms around me,

But there is no touch.



Daylight gives into night.

And though I fought with all my might.

The dream crept back into sight.

And I no longer have the fight.

The dream returns this night.



A prefect night,

Marred only be the sun.



The cool wind of the evening.

Carelessly caresses my face.

My masterpiece,

Tonight.



This starry night

The countless lights.

Quietly hiding in the field.

No one knows the power I wield.



You don't exist.

Such a perfect night,

For so many lies.



I feel the warmth,

Of something just out of my reach.



I feel the touch,

Of arms that don't exist.



The tormenting dream,

If only I could believe.

If only you were here.

But the dream never yields



It returns with a force,

Knocks you down with no remorse.



Thoughts of night,

Swirl away,

As the sugar falls into the morning coffee.

Forget the past night,

Move into the day so bright.



A perfect fall day,

Marred only by the glittering moon,

In the western sky.



Another day,

Another cup,

Another lie.



As I lie in the field,

Such a quiet night,

Such a cool night,

Tonight.



If one never knows,

Did he miss anything?



I lie in a dream,

A dream of lies.

I dreamed a dream,

A tired dream,

One we all dream,

Yet only I dream it night after night,

Tonight.



The dream of you,

Who you might be.

What you mean to me.

But I can never find him,

Lost in the darkness of the night.



Voices fill the air,

As the evening breeze touches my face.

Dries the tears,

But not the blood.



You.

So simple.

So pure.

Yet so complicated,

So opaque,

Yet still translucent.



He.

It’s all I want,

If only I knew who he was?

If only it was simple.

If only on this very night,

He would become clear,

Tonight.



Senseless,

Tired.

Bloodshot.

Cryptic.

Stupid.

So much at once,

So much on this night.

So much,

In the head,

So little the thought.

So little the time.

So much the night,

Tonight.



I fall back into the waiting arms,

Yet all that I feel is the ground,

The wish they were there,

The hope,

The thought.

Wishes fill my heart,

Wishes are the night,



Hopes for the future,

Thoughts of the past.

Mistakes blacken the paper,

Wrongs shred the tender flesh.



However the good mends some of the damage,

But the burns still appear.



The night opens the mind,

The night is the time to think,

The night is when I'm alive.

The night is when I believe he is possible

The night is my dream.

But the dream is not the night.



The night is there.

It’s permanent.

Forever changing its shape,

But the rules remain the same.

It will always be,

But never the same.



Tonight is the night of dreams.

Dreams of him.

Seeing him there.

Filling the air.

Feeling him.

Touching.

You are here.

If only in my dreams.

Tonight.