unfinshed dream

In a misty dream I saw your face
Tears blur the lines of distinction between fact and myth
And for a moment I hover, suspended between the firmaments
Then a river of salt washes to the wide, wide sea
And I go with it

We all have islands you know
And there are some waters which can never be crossed
I will set my feet down firmly on red earth
We are humans after all
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