The Dream Meets Reality

Imprisoned in that dreamy reality of romance and spirituality, when telephones don't ring anymore, and time increases. Memories juggle for prominence and interchange. And music diminishes to a song about your being gone. If I could erase hurtful words and their meanings I could smile on you again with an open smile. And yet, I remember an unspoken message, telling me that there was to be no disappointment within our star. Seems to be that love doesn't blossom on a plateau, seems to be, that a love is in a world all of its own. And a world is a total thing, and needs no help or assistance. And love in its world expands to the boundaries of that world, when that world will not stand still.