Reality's Slipstreams
#287
Dreams of you come from a place of remembrance
Happy, joyful memories in almost every instance
But once in a while there’s a recurring nightmare
Of the day I awoke, and couldn’t find you anywhere
But they’re not real memories; they’re just dreams
They’re obliterated by reality’s turbulent slipstreams
So I cling tightly to every real memory I can find
To keep you ever present in my heart and my mind
I can’t imagine a day of dreaming without you in it
Because a dream without you is simply counterfeit
rksmith
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You are deep going through the blood the guts and the ugly process of evil things going on in our lives. Thank you for expressing the heart.