The Heart Attending
Just a lady with time on her hand,
she's in the middle of the dream,
the dream we dream permanently, whether night or day.
A reality new formed within the void of fantasy,
filling the empty moments in our lives.
When there's no one left around us
can a mind help drifting away
to the life lit star that shines among the eyes?
The links of fantasies united and tucked away.
Inspirations blowing in the wind,
a feeling found deep within,
the sweet smelling flowers somehow grow through the hours,
creating a dream together, there's something in this dream that goes on forever.
Eyes revealing, what is held behind your mirrored sparkle?
Sparkling down life's river from the ocean of your heart.
Is this the truth raised from its bed, the smiling of the inner self
or something better left unsaid?
Inspirations blowing on the wind,
a feeling glowing deep within,
a sweet smell of flowers somewhere flying through the hours
spent between a constant dream spent together,
just this moment of the dream goes on forever.
It's just one moment in a long time that makes you run away,
it was the darkness that's within me that left me without much to say.
Is it the distant air between us or just tension in our lives
that brings such kind hearts attending
the dream of sparkling from believing eyes?
Inspiration blowing on the wind,
a feeling springs from deep within,
the sweet smell of flowers somehow dies
through the hours left alone,
the longing dream spent together,
if just one moment of this dream went on forever.
No never,
dream on forever.
P. J. Campise
