"Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something."
- Plato




Thursday, March 13, 2008

The northern lights I never saw, but you're just as miraculous.

I dreamt of you
last night.
You were lavender
and I was white.
We danced across
the early morning
skies;
streams of color
in Alaskan darkness.

In my dreams
I never see your
face
my mind knows
it could never
do justice to
reality.

So each night
we take a
different form.
but everytime
I'm always yours.

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