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The Occasional Dream
Cool air falls down, and with it dew
An undertow of melatonin washes through
Let my dreams not be haunted
by the truth I know they hold
Bless my rest with naivete,
if only for this night alone
Send me on high from the top of a tower
up to a place where the sky turns red
I need no higher dimension
Go down
Go down
All of you
until the air is clear
Copyright 2011 Matthew M. Danielson
An undertow of melatonin washes through
Let my dreams not be haunted
by the truth I know they hold
Bless my rest with naivete,
if only for this night alone
Send me on high from the top of a tower
up to a place where the sky turns red
I need no higher dimension
Go down
Go down
All of you
until the air is clear
Copyright 2011 Matthew M. Danielson
Published 15th Aug 2011
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15th Aug 2011 10:41pm
I really enjoyed this piece, especially "Bless my rest with naivete". Well done.
15th Aug 2011 10:51pm
