Music for Lost Souls
Saturday, April 5, 2014 at 06:00
Zoy Clem in Otherworld, Otherworld

I used to dream about her,  the sweet gentle-hearted girl who filled me to overflowing with a love so deep I thought I would drown in the irresistable pull of its current, and yet do so willingly. For without her, life was a straight empty line--point A to B. With her, the twin circles comprising my heart became complete.  She was always there when I needed her most;  waiting for me, her arms reaching out, her eyes smiling.

Such a dream is bittersweet;  it haunts you well into  the daylight hours,  and sometimes remains with you for years,  hidden away like a precious gem in memory,  to return when you least expect it.  You know she is real,  locked away somewhere, waiting for you to find her.  But time is a cruel thing, and you often spend a lifetime looking, getting nowhere...



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