Day Dream [07-16-01]

Sometimes I mistake
a daydream for a smile
upon a lover's face.

It glistens, and eats
the shadows; it holds
the glitter captive
in my lacking eyes.

I hum behind bruised
petals, softened notes
to wrap myself inside
and out in warmth.

The notes and smile
mingle in harmonic rapture,
dance together skyward,
bend a few sharp moments,

and lapse softly
into dreams again.

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