Soft As

in my realm

dreams are real

there are no walls

they bleed

into each other

dripping

like they do

as soft as

pianissimo

whispered into your ear

while I forget

to wake up

while I forget

to remember

while I forget

what it was

that stopped me

from continuing

on

even though

there are walls

defenses

and a window

into infinity

 

David Trudel     ©   2013

 

 

 

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