REALITY
A dream it is that I now dream.
With grace and elegance
She moves with a stride
All so relevant.
Call her fearless and right you'll be
For even I am scared of loving me
Yet her love she showers on my dark soul
In cascading sequence
As the waterfalls unhindered.
A dream it is
For my imagination can only paint
But a frail, blur picture of her beauty.
Tell it to the sun
For she needs not the sun to glow
Her glow glorifies the sun.
Tell it to the wind
And let the wind know of her hair
The elegance with which it moves
With the tide of the wind.
A dream more so real
Yet so imperfect
For her perfection shames me
Of my imperfections
Her grace plunges me out of my strength
And her strength is a snare to my weakness
A weakness that has made me
Think she is all but a dream.
-Andy
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