As consciousness slowly fades
Reality swirling
Thoughts unfurling
I see her face
I wrap her in my arms
Smell butterfly flowers
In candlelit hours
And feel her near
In comfortable peace I sigh
It is idyllic
Yet surrealistic
So out of place
Persistently truth sinks in
The mass of illusion
A long for institution
She is not there
Shaking off the fog of sleep
Still disbelieving
Of subconscious feelings
Played out in my dreams.
- Scruluce
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