Stain Of Dreams
Keyed up on an old couch in the front yard,
lying beside you and your golden smile;
We followed the stars and gave in awhile,
rational thought irrevocably jarred;
All the party favors left now are charred;
Trying to let go that’s when you beguile,
internally I beg turn down the dial;
You are a magnet and I’m drawn too hard;
Started to get good with cuddles I think,
being near you is like attending Mass;
Until I’m stirred by the sound of the train,
awoke with a start and fluttered a blink;
Sacred salt lies upon an empty glass
like a fleeting dream that will always stain.
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