Am I awake, is this a dream?
Nothing here is at it seems.
Outside pounding is the rain,
Twilight crashing through my windowpane.
The pictures crowding in my mind,
The coming of dawn, the approach of time.
It comes with the day,
Words I'll never say,
I take a look,
My Twilight's gone away.
Is this real,
Is this a dream,
You let me feel,
What I've never seen.
I'll give you a moment,
Even if you meant to say goodnight.
So I can selfishly savor,
The beauty of the Twilight.
1 comment:
let me know what your interpretation or meaning is of this... for some reason i'm taking away that it's like meeting someone and not being able to believe that they are real, b/c it's like "too good to be true." but whatever the intent, i like it
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