Amid the haze and fog is an invisible line
Where reality and dreams embrace within ecstasies
Giving birth to illusions

Within the drop of tears
Sealed with heartfelt emotions
Dreams become a lustful desire

Rejected over and over
I still find I dance with illusions
As if I believe dreams could come true

The touch of the warm kiss
From the sirens of dreams
I feel my heart stop

As if I want to bed down again
And implant my seed in hope
That a dream will be born

A distant star could be my child
A forthcoming miracle
Heralding my dream

Again tonight I lay awake
Secretly wishing for tantalizing charms

11/05/2005

Posted on 11/06/2005
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