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The bland pale light of day
infiltrated the dishevelled blinds
disrupting darkness
breaking the bliss of night's reality
in wistful Lucid dreams
the sunken heart, in realisation
it would only ever happen in slumber
the tender way he loved her
as if a delicate porcelain doll.
The stark reality, a kick inside...
she'd waited patiently in hope, in vain
longing for him to come to her,
circumstances never quite right
and then learning the shocking devastation
of that fateful night; the Collision,
a startling sixth sense, a warning
The Dawning, an early 'Mourning'
As night falls once more
a florescent pearly moon
shimmers luminously
through the slats of the blinds
onto her statuesque sleek form
she slumbers, transcending spheres
enticing, inducing the meditative state
beckoning the lover that haunts
her body and Soul, in Lucid dreams
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