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Wednesday, September 12, 2012


I used to lie awake at night
Haunting thoughts of love
Dancing in and out of reach
Yet never close enough….

I used to spend my empty days
Dancing to obsessions
With memories my puppet strings
Puppeteer confessions…

I still dream throughout the day
Shaping clouds by hand
Seeing what I want to see
But lacking understanding…

I still cry myself to sleep at night
And I don’t know why
The dreams always return you to me
There is always “you and I.”

©June 24, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

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