Sweet Dreams

By , Troy, IL
When I
close
my eyes
at
night,
I see pictures
in my
mind.
Elaborate pictures
of
the future.
Memories
of
the past.
Murals
of
what is today.
I paint them
in my mind.
As I
rest
underneath
the bright stars
at night,
my mind
plays games.
Magic.
The dreams
of
you.
The dreams
of
your arms
wrapped
around me.
The dreams
of your
gentle kisses.
Am I in
love?
Am I
obsessed?
I don't know
for sure.
I don't see
you
much.
But you're there.
Every night.
In my mind.





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