REM Awakening

Written by H.Q. on . Posted in Products of the Chaotic Mind.

She recognised my face from a dream gone past, I knew her name and she knew mine. She promised we will meet again, and left me awake with a tearful smile.

I sat and tried to recollect the scattered sheets of my absent mind, in each of which I saw myself; a dreamer lost in faded greys, a barefoot king of a no man’s land, a monoprint of a no-one’s verve, a vagrant ghost in seas of sand.

I’m never hers, nor is she mine, yet I await her dream incarnate, for the wind that blew away her trace, is the storm to bring our sought out fate.

H.Q.
03:32
Thursday
24/04/2014

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