It's only to fix some dreams-
The ones that have gotten
A bit out of joint,
And come very close
To losing their point.
The memory of images,
And the memory of words-
Sitting well within the solitude
Of all the things that I've seen,
And all the voices that I've heard:
It's only to fix some dreams-
Projecting a balance between
Their actual value,
And after all these years-
Exactly what they really mean:
Like finding myself
Standing beneath some starry sky,
Or the times I found myself dreaming
That I could fly:
And recalling a girl
That I never got to know,
But who- whenever I saw her-
Looked at me with such longing in her eyes:
And oh,
How she seemed to love me so...
It's only to fix some dreams.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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