when once in dream, i followed a light
toward a morning, a horizon
swimming in belief and fascination
the sweetness of thought, now gone, only the moments
of my heart, beating, beating like a drum
following the sounds toward a dawn outstretched before me
i see the colors, painted in rosemary and red
the creams of birth and death
colliding deep, spilled upon this morning
the light has shone me all the ways
i have left to live, and all the love
that is left to give, to the lovers, to the dreamers
to the wanders in dust and light
oceans apart, the colors never seem to die, not here
not now, as i walk with you in these dreams at twilight
bursting, crackling, sparking in my heart
i follow a light, toward the dawn, that brings me closer
nearer to you, in the blindness of our truth, here i am
alive, in this dream that passes, drifts, from within my eyes
toward a light, that begins, when colors shift
change, to show me truths, my heart has, never fully realized
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