Desolation

19th Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling

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I don’t like to dream,
I end up dreaming of you.
You bless my closed eyes and my gentle breathing.

I’ve relived every scenario
And even created a new life.

The dream comes on high tide
On a full moon
On a stormy night.


Invitation 1 to 12.
Declined.

I only see you in my dreams.
I’m always hunting,
You always shun.

It has become more than a dream now.
Not a nightmare

But reality.