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Jul 2010
My brain inquires what my heart feels
Are we ever certain that Love be true?
My bones ache
Remembering this body broken
My heart murmurs
Old wounds heal
And my brain wonders
Is this real

This soul believes in impossible ideals
If I place faith in my gut
Am I to blame for any deception
My brow sweats
Murky be such waters
Life being ever contrary to human love
Yet, something glitters from the river bed
My teeth grit
This might be real

It’s almost too good- too right!
And still my heart beats onward, marching
Through fogs of ephemeral thought
I may be fickle, but I might be sure
That this time I see light
Making these shadows swirl like ghosts
In my mind
My mind decides
This is real

So I wander forth
So I enjoy this vision
So beautiful  
My lips so wet
My love so strong
And you, so perfect
Real or imagined
Or imagined and real

These last words
My mouth speaks
"Be my human experience."
My faces smiles
At the act of choosing heart over head.
But my eyes tear
And a last warning is issued
"But know that these clouds may never clear."

…A new day breaks forth
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