-The Dream- I was awakened by a cool breeze, as it gently swayed the top bunk of our bus. Created by the gradual, yet somehow sudden changing of the seasons. Giant redwood trees surrounded our camp. And you were next to me, still asleep. I listened to your breathing, in time with the ocean waves. I could feel the warmth of your body. And I felt a tremendous love for all things. I have you to thank for this. And as you slept, I wrote you this poem... I awoke from my dream, to find that there was nothing solid around me. That I could melt, bend and shape the very things I called real. I felt that deeper within me there was a thing called soul. A soul that laughs and rejoices at the illusions I am creating. How real I believe myself to be... When I`m with you... |
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