the lights slowly falling   fading

the dream is slowly dying

without our fears of flying

we're dying

the slow, driving beating

sending me fleeing

to his arms

where the safety i am craving

is found in his embracing

warmth

and where- without trying

the world is  dying     slowing

but seemingly glowing

while i am staring

at the door

and while i am staring

i am also hoping

that you will come right through that door

but knowing the impossible

will be seemingly unstopable

i sit back down

to my waiting

and to watch the light finally rising

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