My dreams encircle you.
Years have flown
but memories cannot
be thrown-
or banished
from subconsciousness.
This is no Garden of Eden.
From time to time
we meet again
when I lose control in the
world of slumber.
Such restless sleep.
Though dreams encircle you,
you break away
by daybreak.
Leaving me wide-eyed. Baffled.
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This left me gasping. Were it anyone else I might be apprehensive that another person was reading my dreaming thoughts . . . as it is, I feel quite safe. And not even particularly surprised, really. Or did I just draw from your words my own interpretation? Ah! Yes. They call that poetry.
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