Your mind, made up at last.
Pushing on to bright futures,
new tomorrows. The dream.

My heart set higher,
than the hopes of this.
A new apparition.

Fresh from your heart,
I am bathed in a new coat
of wishes and pretence.

For the visions, though fictional,
are vivid enough to incite me.
To dream, a dream, of someday.

I see spotlights, and late nights.
Romances and lacks. Living fretfully,
I push on to the day.

Where I see you, and know,
that this time wasn't wasted.
On me, or on you.

We can smile, be perfect,
in spite of our scars.
This world, for lovers.

Healing found, in truths.
We speak, in glances.
Shy, and sincere.

This strange concept,
of all that is me. Reflected,
pristine, in your eyes

01/26/2004

Author's Note: Oh hell yah...what writer's block?

Posted on 01/27/2004
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