I don't dream about a perfect life in particular, I simply dream.
I think long and hard about myself in five years.
In twelve.
I see myself dying in numerous ways.
I see my children.
I see what I hope will be there,
Like my lover, our cat and dog.
I see what I hope will be there,
Like my garden and suddenly I have paws.
I am no longer where I was or who was me.
My dreams now take on plans unconventionally.
But I sit still and wander back to me.
Talk for a moment, just I and she.
She tells me not to worry about the sadness.
About the grief.
That she too wished for serenity.
And in the dreaming and the thoughts,
I found you.
Again and again.
Although you don't see me.
I do see you.
I do see.
I think long and hard about myself in five years.
In twelve.
I see myself dying in numerous ways.
I see my children.
I see what I hope will be there,
Like my lover, our cat and dog.
I see what I hope will be there,
Like my garden and suddenly I have paws.
I am no longer where I was or who was me.
My dreams now take on plans unconventionally.
But I sit still and wander back to me.
Talk for a moment, just I and she.
She tells me not to worry about the sadness.
About the grief.
That she too wished for serenity.
And in the dreaming and the thoughts,
I found you.
Again and again.
Although you don't see me.
I do see you.
I do see.
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