The dream

Faded flowers of purple passion
lie scattered on the ground.
While shredded webs of promises
fall in a fragile mound.
Two shadows lick the ledges
of the window to my heart.
And whispers held in warm soft pillows
call me from the dark.

In the night I search for loving,
I may have never known.
I feel the touch of warmness,
a caress and then soft moan.
A depth of understanding
that may have never been.
A lifetime filled with longing
for the dream that lies within.

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