closed my eyes last night,
prized possessions cast shadows in the moon light.
can feel the alternations of dark and light playing against my face.
fast, a fusion of shadows and sleep take me to another place.
place not far from here, but if you reach for it - seems to disappear.
is a lot like love, but with much less at risk.
is an alternate dimension,
of feelings god forgot to mention.
a time without a place,
man without a face.
there is no one to get on my case.
is as describable as it is clear,
as inevitable as Christmas cheer.
my nights fearing the light,
seems to fuel my spite.
I do know true love's refrain,
do I really want to go through all that pain,
will I ever be able to love again?
possessions of which I speak,
ones who's shadows are on my face,
once again brought me to this place.
things are bottled memories.
of joy stashed away for times like these.
of times past eclipse the pain,
as before, they make me sane.
a type of lust, but without consequence,
with much more innocence.
at last there is nothing to fear.
in this feeling we share a tear.
quite love, but not quite lust;
this moment, we don't even lack trust.
lost in each other there is nothing to fear.
then confusion, the pain in my side is here.
happened to tonight and bottled emotion?
morning, I'm awake, My pillow now my own private ocean.
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