Friday, November 12, 2010

Surrealism

His name is familiar to my mind,
Yet strange on my tongue,
His words like deja vu,
Everything I've only ever dreamed about.
Time stands still,
Rushing past with no effect.
Inspiration no longer eludes me,
My soul safe, tied to his
The world disappears as I close my eyes against his.
He looks at me and my heart stops,
My thoughts halt mid-sentence
And I am at peace.
It's still surreal,
this perfection.

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