Dreams of the Heart

Dreams of the Heart

Dreams of the heart, so hard to say for reality may come and wash it away
Tears of joy that streak my face, hopefully not from another day
For your desires and mine, a fire hopefully won’t generate any dire
Steadfast and sure under fickle skies, damn the distance, live may just prosper.
For what is love worth if you’ve never seen it, passion, compassion, confidence,
Odd companions of maturity, hard to trust when you’ve seen everything.
Screaming, cussing manipulating sadistic and pouting after shouting….can’t
We just have a scenery outing? Perhaps I can lose you in the trees on knees
Until I can’t hear anymore and dream the impossibilities of you and me, as
Cautiously they become maybes turned to likelihoods and perhaps truths.
Carl James
9-28-17

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