my dreams- i cannot clearly see them
i miss them terribly all night.
i cannot hear them whisper
i cannot hear them cry,
once they were source for the bright sublime
now i fear soon they will disappear or die.
perhaps i was too haste in letting them go,
perchance they just wanted to grow.
a blithe vision to hold.
perhaps they felt the deluge of my pain.
knowing it well i can't withstand.
i was timid,i was all lost,
for that an antipathy they developed for their inimical host.
i feel a gloomy numbness surrounds me
hazy memories of all my dreams outlying me.
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