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November 8, 2005

Tonight I'm Dreaming

Tonight Iím Dreaming
Blaine Anderson

I ponder the distance to the closest star
My eyes shut, I look up for the brightest
I found you

I wonder if you see the constellation I organized outside your window
Your shade blinds the light
You keep dreaming, leaving me conscious

The morning arrives
You disappear until my next reverie
Iím left wondering if you see the same stars I see

Posted by ande4192 at November 8, 2005 2:02 AM | Poetry