With Love

Dreams begin in childhood schemes
of love that must live on in an abundance.
One touch of love, the key is turned.
The lock becomes another star rebounding.

Life moves on, yet as we sleep,
the dreams keep coming back.
Moving through the flesh and blood
we share and long to keep.

No matter any reason or mere fact.
Living far beyond the aftermath.
Wondering and wandering, until
the light streams back into our being.

For every one who dreams, there is
an other. Somehow, somewhere,
two souls come to discover
yet another chance to dance
the dance of loving one another...

? Michaelette ?

8/19/2004
Copyright© 2004 Michaelette L. Romano
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