A Lucid Dream

The dreams I see, you may never fulfill,
But that doesn't mean, I should stop dreaming.
The stars stay awake, as I look amazed
At the longing of, my yearning heart.
What do I want, is not certain,
And my heart doesn't, tread the normal way.
To me its unknown, to you its dark,
But I have to walk, alone this time.
Can you forget, and forgive me too,
For being there, always for you?
I never meant, to harm your aim,
But I cannot, wake up from my dream.

Its a starry night, and the moon above,
Shines down on an, untrodden road.
And I do see, faraway lights,
It is a city, but its faraway.
I am surrounded, by an empty crowd,
And the lights around, welcome me in.
I meet you again, and you are more,
Beautiful than I, last remember you.
I'm happy now, you are by my side,
And I lie down, on a grassy field.
I hold your hand, you look at me,
With a smile in your, ever longing eyes.
I won't let go, your lovely hand,
I'm happy now, you are by my side...

The Storm: Part Three

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The moon above was shadowed by the dark clouds, as the city slumbered in the lap of the cold night. A lone figure walked through the windy highway. He was wrapped in a black jacket, zipped right up to his chin, the jacket's hood covering most of his face, leaving just enough space for him to fill his lungs with the freezing night breeze. His hands were tucked deep inside his cargo pockets, which he wore above a pair of large heeled boots. He looked like a defeated youngster who had lost hope. And so he was.

The cruel wind howled into his sheathed ears as he approached a bridge. When he reached the middle of the bridge, he paused and looked over the railing. The river beneath was as distant and dark as the sky above. He stood there, waiting, contemplating.

He was not sure what he wanted to do. Or maybe he was, but wither way something inside him was hesitating.

Fighting over his hesitation, he climbed onto the railing. He stood straight, determined.

This is it.

He could feel adrenaline rage through his veins in tandem with the night gust. A storm was coming.

Now!

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Next: Part Four