Like a Dream
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Complete, First published Jan 12, 2015
Like a dream I marveled
This town's bus terminal I traveled
Sat down in a chair as I waited
For a man wearing eyeglasses that is tinted.

Like a dream my heart keeps jumping
finding myself excitedly running
towards his arms I felt satisfaction
t'was like two distant souls came in union.

Like a dream I was flattered
t'was like fantasy with butterflies that fluttered
He stayed with me like a family for a week
His entire being I will forever seek.

Like a dream I felt melancholy
as if I am about to wake up in reality
A week is like a day that ends fast
that today's happiness is about to last.

Like a dream he went his way
I was left in the bus terminal without his trail
I went home with eyes wanting to cry
starting to miss him with a deep sigh.

Like a dream it all appear
and like a dream it all disappear
I wish he could stay
but distance keeps us far away.

Like a dream it all fade
reality is awaken instead
Days, months and years I'll start counting again
'til the day we'll see each other with no more end.
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