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The Solace of a Dream
When I start to sleep I cannot find
Any peace or resolve in my mind
To substitute the patience declined
And loosen the trinkets in my mind.
You can keep the consequence’s maze
Tumbling through your inner shell for days.
I cannot rescue what now decays,
And I’m left to wallow in this haze.
What I would do to make the evening right
Involves a kinship far beyond my own.
When you were taken, I could not take flight
To shed the beast over the undertone.
What love is lost in time seeks to exceed
Itself beyond the confounds of its realm,
But that could never substitute a lead
For anyone whose heart was in your helm.
At times I see the crashing of the waves
And think on how this life is so unkind,
T’ward what we cannot satisfy in graves.
I can’t deny the whispers of your mind,
And so I cry for all of you that bled.
It keeps me from the comfort of my bed.
Tonight I see you lying without you.
I feel the cold embalming of your hand
And leave, yet feel I must return again.
You push me there so faintly, I have to.
I hope you know I know that it is you.
Not lying in a coffin, no, you stand
In silence as you pass from friend to friend.
I don’t know how I see you, but I do.
Now as I sit and write this bold sonnet,
Enamored by your iridescent soul,
I feel you with me, you are my sidekick.
Where we are going, we can’t dwell on it,
So let us simply go out for a stroll.
I swear, sometimes I love being psychic.
Nearing the edge of sanity,
I sat in darkness near the foot of the bed.
I could not go another night
Sleeping alone in my memories.
I invited you here to lie and dream
Beside me, with the candles.
You laid there and embraced me, soon to
Step inside, closer to me than myself.
You moved me, there was no chill –
Just the satisfaction of your company.
I’ve never felt such affection –
Deep, you left a tattoo on my heart.
The night was more beautiful than words could ever be.
Thank you, love,
For keeping me warm.
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