Beauty of the Dream

in the endless possibility of dream we talk in the calmest of whispers ever so close I am burning within these shadows brushing against her echoed laughter the smell of her hair and the electricity of her skin exceeds consciousness the beauty of the dream is in it's clarity of that which is born from the energy of two

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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