The Dream
Waves breaking across the foot trod sand
Erasing the past with a majestic hand
Mist cools the wounds that will never heal
The salt stinging the burns that are starting to peal
Shadows seem to come and go
The moon casting her breath taking glow
The sun brings the knowing light
Along with the hearts ceaseless fight
Columns of words play the tune
From the winter through spring, and June
I’m melting in this vivid dream
Of memories haunting until I scream
I still see you standing there
Promises broken without a care
The pooling words that break my heart
Through the minds window they neither end nor start.
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