I had a dream-
A dream that I’d lost you,
Amongst a fog of twisted hate.
And Then, I awake-
To find I’ve never owned you.

I had a thought-
Which wrapped my mind in mellow rainbows,
Soft and arched with passion.
Yet, I can only imagine,
What that light feels like,
Anymore.

Must a dream be-
A house of cards-
One soft tap-
From the waking world-
Topples it-
Into a formless-
Pile of-
Incomplete-
Memories?

I had a dream-
But it was pawned to reality.

Lazarus Knix

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