Be My Bad Dream
She was a bad dream. She was the kind that made you vulnerable, even on your own turf. She was the beautiful wave that came sailing across the ocean uninhibited, for miles and miles, and then comes crashing into YOU, The Shore.
Such a combination of sand and water only can make one thing, MUD.
"Mis-Understood Devotion." And that is the glass that these types of things CANNOT SHATTER. There is a realization that there IS a connection. There is the realization that the connection is NOT NOW. But there is STILL the REALIZATION... And the realization is LOVE. Across all bounds, all matter, all time, space, events and thoughts.... And it's in this light that I feel...and I visualize, and that I wonder about this faith that I KNOW so much I have...
And realize that you have already had your bearing upon me, you have had that feather touch, that one saying that I would always remember, again... and again... and AGAIN...
"Would you like to dance?"...
And I would whisper...
"It would be my pleasure..."
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