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Alexandre Andre Lapuh

Alexandre Andre Lapuh

Who is the Dreamer?

As I rise
From the depth of dream,
A pair of eyes
Meet mine
 
Instantly
I am reminded
of the fire
 
That quickening
Of desire
Which blots out all
Save the one I’d seek
 
But alas,
She is not with me
Today
 
So I say...
 
Away, away!
I stretch out
My will
 
Extending a hand
That can harness
And thrill
 
I’ll cease her
And please her
In every way
 
Through revelrous
Night, and soft-spoken
Day
 
I’ll dote on her
Kindly, and
Soak up her tears
 
I’ll stand by her
Side, as she faces
Her fears
 
Unspeakable beauty
Pours down around,
As dream overtakes me
And she I have found

(2013)

#Dream

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