Dream

You are mine,
You’ve always been.
Every night
A different scene…

You keep me going
Never let me stop
You give me hope
You give me props…

I was afraid,
Of who n what you are
But in all your vagueness
I saw sense and I saw a path

But it’s getting tiring,
My legs feel the pain.
Every night you tell me
Tomorrow will be that day

I stare at the phone,
I refresh my inbox,
‘No news is good news’,
Seems like a paradox…

4 comments for “Dream

  1. June 3, 2009 at 7:52 am

    a good one….

    truly more and more β€˜No news is good news’

  2. June 3, 2009 at 11:29 am

    The last stanza rings true in an eerie way. Nice space you have here! Here’s to more writing.

    Thanks for the follow on twitter! πŸ™‚

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