The wind in moonlight
slow dancing across the clouds
faded memories
calling calling us to home
wind rushes, calling us home
Whispers windings through the trees

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sailing over midnight melody
ebbing along beacons signaling silent summons
leading us, mothlike
into the glow of solace

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Dreams and hopes that do
wake us from repairing sleep
that closes our eyes
dreams, letting the future in
trapped us between sleep and dreams

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Shackled into cotton sheets
eyes matted with heavy lullabye
slumbertipped lashes laden with daydream remorse
fluttering futile morse code

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Dreaming of persons
near and far, that soul deep bond
old lovers, old friends
all that makes life worth living
leading us back to ourselves

.

Back into
our screaming (lack) of sanities
caressing the cold contours of madness
like the lovers
we so long for

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Memories of loves
that were both shared and not quite
quiet our daft minds
rebuilding our shattered souls
with gossamer thread of dreams

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Stringing along
blown glass hopefuls
would haves and wishes
tasting of regret and apathetic animosity
stone hearted hands reaching for dead air
and i'm falling short again

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Listening to my
heart of hearts wishing that I
was so far from here
in arms of one I still love
despite all my guilt and pain

.

I wonder
if my redemption
will ever be
at hand

.

should I loose myself
as my integrity fails
empty, my heart grows
loosing all that I did love
regaining my self and hope

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One can only see
so far
through
eyes
this blinded
we can only hope
and grasp
at errant hopefuls

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Dreaming of those we've left behind
of those we've lost
living with someone we don't want to hurt
but no longer love with all our hearts

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We can only
watch the chances
drift and float
and wonder
what becomes
of fools
like us

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Placing, our hope in
love and dreams that build us up
and help make us whole
help get us through each dull day
help us all to stay alive