The Visions of the Same Dream
The vision of the same dream
is constantly seen through a moonlight beam:
two mouths kissing with sensual feeling,
four hands restlessly touching.
Is that us transcending the passion through ecstasy?
Do we ever feel it burning in moments of blissful eternity?
Is that us faking it and remaining embraced,
being afraid of the hurtful truth and not admitting it?
Can we be together and live without giving it a thought?
Somehow, we'll cheat and one will be blamed!
If the vision of the same dream reappears
and deludes us that they are real indeed,
how can we stop dreaming and clip our wings
when they give us the freedom to exceed
fantasy and discover how exciting it really is?
Will our wish be granted or denied?
It still will be us riding clouds
and searching for a new paradise
explored by others with less enthusiasm;
it still will be us dreaming under those silent skies...
hoping to own a dazzling star inside this universe
that can illuminate the childish moon having a tantrum!
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