Dreamer With a Pen

 

Some said her dreams 
were black and white

and never ending.

She swore he gazed into the same sunrise
every morning, her pillow cold;
echoes whispering love

through mountains, unsettled

and tears formed a river
where reflections met in song.

Catch my sun, he called
in enchanting chime of bell
and she walked on steps

silhouette fading 
as footsteps followed petal.

Some whispered in corners
of one who watched stars
and painted love with her pen

as they choked on reality.

See her pass you by now;
heart, softly held in his hands
glimmer in her eyes,

and borrow the sparkle

to shed some light 
in that dark hole you call 

reality.

 

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