In
these dreams we will meet
in
the ecstacy of fading sleep
in
separate beds and separate sheets
together
in the darkness deep.
Across the nights of our lives
across the summers of heat so sharp
that now in my winter its hard to remember what it was
to be so excited so alive.
Perhaps our sexes did not allow for this union
perhaps our fates were not entwined
the hours are passed the moments are defined
now I only see you in my past now I can only picture you in my mind.
In my dreams you still come to my bed
in my sleep you are no longer dead
in our tears we walk side by side
although I am still behind while you are ahead.
Together yet apart
too late for anything to start
I miss you like I miss my art
you are my muse and I miss being in your heart.
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