Creeping and crawling,
It sneaks right in,
Closing your eyes,
Becomes a mortal sin.
There is a line.
Existing in our minds.
Real and unreal,
It's hard to find.
Stillness of night,
It comes to calling.
Under cover of darkness,
I am falling.
Into my dreams of
sight, sound and senses,
I find myself lost
In many tenses.
Past and preset,
Future entwined,
The line of my dreams,
Becomes all mine.
Caught in the night,
Behind my eyes,
That line becomes past,
Present and future....
Forever intertwined.
Written by M. White August 29 2002
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