Beautiful

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    This was of a real dream I had. I have never written out a dream before so I thought I would try, it may be confusong but it was a dream, they usually are.
    Hpoe you enjoy.

    Beautiful

    Night time is coming

    Relaxed in a room of friends

    Night comes closer

    Friends start to head off for bed

    I stay put, no need to move

     

    Night time rays start to peek through the window

    An old time friend lies on couch with me

    She lies on the other side of the couch

    She bumps into me maybe it was an accident

    I don’t believe it was an accident

    She sits up, puts her feet on the table

    I rest mine on hers, no hesitation

    Why did I do that?

    A pause only a second, but seem like an eternity

    She entwines her leg into mine

    Feelings start to mix

    I wrap my arm around her

    She rest her head on my chest

    It’s been so long, what is this I am feeling?

     

    Night time now here

    We are both tired now in the world of chaos

    We don’t care about the world right now

    The world can wait

    We lay next to each other

    I hold her close

    She feels safe in my arms

    Her warmth makes me feel safe

    No words ever spoken

    There isn’t a world in the word that could describe what we feel

    Sleep comes fast

    Nothing to slow it down

     

    Many night times have passed now

    Life is perfect

    Were out on the pier now

    Looking out at the ocean

    Slight breeze

    Are friends are near

    Unreal news

    At the same time we tell our friends

    Were getting married

    Beautiful

    I wake up

     

    A dream?

    Only a dream

     

    But a reminder

    A painful reminder

    But I wouldn’t say I wish the dream never happened

    In time

    My dream will come true

     

    Night time is coming

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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