So strange that dream,
lucid , leering, it comes again.
She looks weightless as a whisper
so strange so many dreams all special effects in her daymares
so unaware as kaleidescopes mirror in her blue, blue eyes.
Secure in her own colours, needs no tints or photoshop
to make her more beautiful
her eyes not yet a faded blue prized with life her blue she won.
let her lie, gently her eyes close. let her dream of the day sleepers
their stares and the of wonder of the lightkeepers.
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