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A secret dream
Ebbs.
I hold onto it.
It fades.
I grab as it slides into the void.
It's gone.
Each time it reappears
It dims.
The meaning drains.
Magic less....


It comes again,
Fresh,
Anew in a different form.
I fly.

But it never stays long.
This flight.

Each time is...
The first time.
The only time.
The last time.
Infinite, forever, eternal.

Each time is borrowed time.
Hopes, wishes, dreams,
None of them really mine.

Their happiness.
It fills me.
Their certainty.
It's mine.
Their love.
I keep it with me.

You ask me why I cling.
Need.
You ask me why I hold on.
Love.
I guess you can't feel it.
The lightning.
I guess you don't see it.
The beauty.

I don't tell them.
My need.
I keep it to myself.
The joy.
They couldn't understand.
This feeling.
It's part of me.
Their love.