Dreaming about The Waken World by Christopher ShinCountless you as
you hold me in my
dreams.
The frozen ice
holds not blue
but prisms of
colors in
the burning light.
Thousands of
memories flutter
to hold the
dying light.
You are not you,
and I am not me.
The red in your
hair holds
no cherry color.
Only the images
of a youth and
the ideals of
romance.
Deliver me
from the chaos,
but only for
a bit.
Because I am the
damned in my
waken world. 02/06/2010 Posted on 02/06/2010 Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
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