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
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L. Romano
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