The truth; how it haunts those that seek it forever - just out of reach but so close one CAN BUT taste it - as the PERSISTENTfeeling that has added so much but in the end has given so little.
As I look out from a house window I see them at play, forever prancing and dancing under the crisp star lit night. If AS a dream, that has no end. But sleeping not, and yet what I see I know it STILL to be only a dream.
What is real? That of the wakening from the dream, who knows? I know not what I see to be real or a dream. I KNOW that the lingering joy and THE ever growing need to be amidst them, as they dance under this star lit night IS REAL.
As THE echoes yet beckon me out to dance with them; as the sun creeps back into the sky bringing its light - looking back - all that I leave is an empty house and a dream that once I had.
Now I go to live with that which had taken my heart as the echoes vanish at first light so then do I!
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