Hideout

I dream of dreams

in this hideout by the sea,

somewhere just between the

living and the dead,

cool, sweet dreams

where the final breath

waits no more;

time runs down,

final destinations grow closer

than they were the day before,

answers slip away,

questions no longer matter,

thoughts and memories,

undecided,

undetermined;

meaningless;

I can go to this dark place

but I would prefer not,

I have tasted privilege and wealth,

stood on its shore,

walked its path,

seen its hypocrisy,

swallowed its inequity,

choked on its bitterness;

twilight does approach,

the last light begins to fade,

this curtain starts to fall,

it is here where I was meant to be,

it is here where I shall stay,

lying with you,

our bodies wrapped together,

our souls becoming one,

holding on to the moment,

safe within your love for as

long as I possibly can;

Ann, you hold my heart,

you always have,

you enter my dreams,

beckoning me into your arms,

your smile sweet and serene,

your eyes soft and warm;

I am ready.

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