Poem 082911
There is a softer place
A heaven, probably
Its for someone I guess
Maybe it goes unoccupied
It is just a dream to me
But its soft
And its soothing
And it sooths that which has been for so long
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poem: true?
Do we not sell our souls for love.
Do we not give away our dreams at night?
Do we not lose our very thoughts to the dreams of her that captivates?
A longing blank stare off through a wondow, a memory of a smile or a kiss or a dream
Heart, thought, dreams are these not part of the soul? And are they not lost to love.
Willing or not we trade up these things for that which captures our heart.
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just a thought - do we see as much as we know?