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The Steam That Heats My Dreams

A warm summers night The moon and stars are endless yet in sight the solitude I have. The comfort of another I desire. A bottle of fine wine. A smoke if I choose no problems ahead so was thought. Closed off in the comforts of wine time and peacful sights laid back to rest. A steam rose off the waters of a nearby lake as I gazed in the mist I fell into darkness of my mind. A consious spirit of thoughts follows me in the sleep so comforting a rest was there but a steam to see as my dream broke loose in the steam another came forth a shock to my senses a comfort of a voice so calm a steady warm shiver runs away from my heart that spark of sound from my dream stirred my heart yet end there it did not just the same I stood up still and silent yet wanting to speak but thought not too yet the bodies of most seems so moist yet not as wet with water just the steam like as hot and cold collide as they near a moist steam sorrounds us as we draw near to a close touch it's build so strong yet a delicate covers of steam to it we belong a touch a peaceful rush but to our surprise neither did blush in each others eyes comfort we felt a steam all about also so felt warming and cool at one instance with no one visible to see us closed off by steam in closeness sorrounds. The souls of one own is all that abounds lost in silence no more our words to each other whispers and such travel along like the rising stream on the waters so still of our heart and minds passion entwined yet billions among us in this world we know but for a time it's us that here that's all we know we move ahead no show to see just two alone amongest the trees. The leaves a cover the leaves a bed. A comfort I have until I raise my head. I only remember this dream so real because a dream never felt so real so right so I sit alone a wait each night for two to be again love lost by a dream one night. It must happen twice to be so would say it again to happen my dream to be real someday will be thankful will be us two together at last of steam of past a future to last lost in steam forever will be a connection like this how else can be.

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