Silently breathing songs of yesterday,
with countless memories fused in looping thoughts at play.
Rainbow arches touching ground,
that glows above and all around.
However long the day turns out,
the missing part provokes a pout.
Those memories lag with each passing hour,
bits and pieces letting time devour.
The better part of a day is the night,
when you and I would shoot the shit and light.
Dreaming of the furthest star,
for dreams, doesn’t seem so far.
Often wondered what it’s like,
we’d take a guess so bizarre, almost dreamlike.
Yes we’re aided by herbal bliss,
the intensity like that of a first kiss.
That would drive insane,
the fantasy of this heart again and again.
To end this time together would be sad,
least we know tomorrow’s high won’t be bad.
Let this adventure continue,
in someone else’s dream, where I bid thee adieu.
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