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Some people eat dreams

for
breakfast

and
lunch

and
dinner

and it's not even because
they can't afford food
 May 2020 Anne Shirley-Darcy
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this pain in my chest
pulls me under
and all at once
i am a paper boat
lost in a starless sea,
drowning in the memory
of what we had.
i may not know
what lies ahead
the course uncertain,
the waters black
but as i lay here alone
i realise,
perhaps i am not
so difficult to love
perhaps others
are simply afraid

and that's okay too.
As the new day dawns
A feather floats slowly on
Cloud reflected seas.
The fear of our nature
Has the love for the future
And the tears of our pasts
Can only be taken with love

To the horror that we each face
Inside the depth of the sorrow gaze
With the language of love and hate
Spoken by a higher name

What mystery is there to solve
What beauty is there to see
What shadow is there to chase
What dream is there to forgive

In the deepest part of our heart
We hear the calling of the void
Filled with unspeakable love and hate
To the end and the beginning

Out of fear
we loved,
and out of love
we feared
What you wish can never be
For wicked hearts will alway beat
Find the gold between us all
or you too shall one day fall
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