Sunday, December 21, 2003

The Dreams of Your Face

I sometimes wonder what life would be like
if I was always asleep,
or my eyes were always open.
If by closing my eyes I dreamed of you
and by being awake I saw the world around you,
I would never stir in nights,
or never blink in the sun.
The life I would know
would be love
and your face.
Nights and days
would be one in the same.

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