Dream/Seam

If we love, we love; and fly, my dream. The birds are chirping,

A tacit dream; and so much to love, a vacant dream. She sings,

The softest dream; and screams, the harshest dream. I panic

Dreams, aloft a dream; and so much to love, a dying dream.

My purple passion, the sweetest dream; and bleed a seam, my

Falling dream; for purple screams, a bleeding dream; and so

Much to love, a broken dream; and so much to piece, a

Shattered dream. [Selah] If we love, we love; and die, my seam.

The winds are tweeting, a silent seam; and so much to love, an

Empty seam; and screams, the harshest seam. I stumble seams,

Adrift a seam; and so much to love, a jaded seam. My attic

Passion, the sweetest seam; and grip a theme, my rising seam;

For magic themes, a leaking seam; and so much to love, a

Hectic seam.