Moving spirits running through journeys of nighttime dreams,
taking me beyond rainbow's hues and into solemn depths left
by visions, wanting me to follow them.
Sailing overhead, fireworks, brightly colored, leading me
into avenues of literature that I constantly venture into.
Behind sight, I travel slowly, hoping to be captured by
your love, never to be left in darkness again.
Arrangements of blossoming bouquets, filling vases of grief,
falling upon me from the loss of loved ones so close.
A world of saddened beauty, sitting solemnly on my mind,
taking me to sandy shores, filled with seashells, holding
sorrow's melodies and rhythms within, keeping them safe even
after I have departed this lonely trek on earth.
A separate life now being lived without the love of long ago,
wandering and lost, I roam the world in blankets of crystal
tears, always pouring from my heart.
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