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A Dream Speaking

O, I can never forget
Your passion,
Your loving-kindness,
And the nights you lay in bed
Smiling calmly at me,
Deep in thoughts,
Pleasant and dancing in your eyes..
I can never forget
When a sea was made a creek
With reflections of your hope
That made you see
What you already know..
When the Sun was made to speak
Of your glow..
When I reached for you,
As you reached for me..
I can never forget
When I flowed to you
Like a stream of Light,
Because you were calling
For me to come..
But a door was shut,
A wall from nowhere
Stood high
And I could see you no more
And you could see me not..
I heard you as I sensed the bricks
For a way,
I heard you cry..
"I am here!" I called to you,
I called to you a lot..
I heard you sigh,
I heard your glow fade,
I heard your hopes fly,
I heard myself dubbed "a day-dream",
I heard me impossible,
I heard me not what I seem..
What I seem?
What crime?
What flower blossoms
In no place
And no time?
I am, and you know I do.
If not, I wouldn't be in you,
You wouldn't call..
The bricks you built,
The turbulence, the pain
When you tried to cut me
From you brain,
While I reside in your heart
And in a place in time
On the road you were walking..
The agony
When you were made to think we are not one...
All this effort would have brought you to me instead,
Me, the reflection of what flourished inside,
It's not all in your head,
Don't you dare say that,
I am here..
Help! I cry, help me, I pray!
Don't put me in the prison of equations,
Let the wall of words and calculations
Crumble down..
I don't belong to what they do,
What they persume and assume,
What they say..
Let me free again, let me be again..
Let the crows of smoke fly away..
Walk to me,
Run,
Shout in ecstasy,
Tell me you love me,
Tell me you believe in me..
Come to me...