Finding when I close my eyes
the images of what never was.
A big dream that barely
happened,
or happened so far away
that it glances off the
shapeless voids
and slips softly away.
To the places far beyond where
I can go,
past the images I hardly dare
to touch
for fear that they will shatter
and float away to that empty
space
where all those other big dreams shelter.
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So profound. I once queried, "If you think you can tell me which way the wind has blown, if you can show me the place where people lose their minds, if you can tell me where children go when they're grown, if you can show me the pain of those who are left behind, then you can tell me everything that I want to know." And now I must add, where is the haven that shelters lost dreams? Now I know from you it is in an empty space.
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