what's in a dream

the fleeting gaze
the face that draws a memory
the seldom seen smile
the voice that echoes
are the things of my dreams

the longing for a touch
the force of a desire
the way the body moves
the energy that ignites my feelings
are the things of my dreams

and I am helpless to it all
the road behind, the road ahead
are nothing to compare
yet there is a want that lingers
the voice of my heart whispers
and that is the sound of my dreams.

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