Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Pellucidity

I can taste you,
I can think of you.
but the future doesn't come

and the past won't get over the present.
All that remains is an illusion
where everything seems still.


Do we dream at night?
Or do we carry on with the same old fantasy?
I am a silhouette wandering in your dreams
you are the shadow that make my eyes twinkle.


The clarity of my mind has been revealed in my dreams
I am able to travel where my heart belong.
Use my illusion and enter in your dreams.


© Diana Mistera 2008

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