Rêve


I want to tell you
Of the nights that tire my eyes.
For they beckon my dreams
When you should find me as beauty.
A hope detached in a connected lifetime.

A line or two took me
And now lust cannot fill these eyes
Anymore.

These 7 hours
Do engage me much me much.

Now observing
My starry-eyed heaven.

But please be sillage
and make me afraid
to ever breath again.

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