Imprint
Last night's burning dream Left behind its imprint Some reds some blues Where you went through Leaving the skin tingled And the hair tousled As in the cloudy eyes The last night's dream Was burning through
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Dream-like
Who wants to wake up from a dream so dear who wants to sleep when you are so near as reality appears dreaming & dream seems reality that is the moment of eternal entirety
Your way
Sitting in the unwinding streets tip toeing the hurting stones scared in the darker alleys facing all the blinded ends I moved, crawled, ran only to seek your way
sleep-feelings
There are awakening nights at the end of which you find your skin and eyes glowing There are sleepful nights which when end leave you with dark circles and headache Sleep has its own feelings Only if we could understand.
Drilling
Tipping over the edge of yet unknown trying to collect ashes of what has gone the deeper drill down in search of truth to see the uprising of feelings full-blown