In between
The Dream
Where visions are illusions
And voices of faraway music
All come to life,
And the Reality
Where objects and beings
Are clear-cut,
Authentic, and emotionless.
In between
The haziness and the clearness...
The emotion and the motion...
The expectations and the disappointments...
You come to me...
In the sensation of rough paper,
In the enticing scent of an old book,
In the weathering rose petals...
In the weathering rose petals...
I live with you...
In between the truths and the lies...
In between the spiritual and the physical...
I die with you...
Amongst the simplisities
And the memories
Of a past long ago...
And the memories
Of a past long ago...
© A
Furious Child
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