You can’t see the sky

When you’re dreamin’ like that,

One nightmare after another –

Dark horses gallopin’ into a sunset

Whose colors you can’t quite fathom;

And you can’t shoot for the moon

When you’re fallin’ like that,

Icarus with his wings afire,

Plummetin’ through time and space,

Pausin’ only to regret not flyin’ close enough

To be blinded by that treacherous sun;

And you can’t reach out and pluck the stars

From the velvet blanket of the night,

When you’re dancin’ like that,

Like everyone’s watchin’

And you’re frozen in the spotlight,

Amber-trapped in a rare moment of stillness,

Never again to resume a foxtrot

You never took up to begin with.


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A poet driven by the quill, a dreamer of impossible dreams, a lover of that which the world has deemed unlovable. We're all stories in the end. This is mine.

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