Dreams
A figure stands alone,
Glowing in the shadows,
Beckoning my newly awakened heart,
This I see, this that I need,
Could it be you? Could this be true?
My dreams have gone, and life remains.
But there you are, perhaps you're staying?
Footsteps falling, out of my dreams, into my waking days.
Is this love or just a faze?
Darkness is coming, where are you?
In my dreams, or love so true?
Then night does fall, and you are swept away.
Into my dreams, for yet another day.
This time when dawn does come, there you'll be,
Outlined in sun.
My waking moments, watching you,
My new found life, my life with you.
The footsteps I hear, are now so true.
This must be love, this is you.
Ever present joy, of life without dreams,
For real life is far more pure
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