These Dreams
These dreams,
What used to be a murdering darkness,
Have become a healing light.
No longer tearing at the seems,
No longer reined by a harness,
No more confusion to fight.
These dreams seem so sweet,
Almost like a kiss.
The haunting stays clear,
Never to smear
This ideal of bliss.
As I embrace this healing light
I whisper a phrase into her ear,
A phrase that I will never forget,
A phrase of which I wish to hear.
And to feel the lips of she,
Whom is to speak it.
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