Unreal dream

He sits there alone
longing burning bright in his eyes
the cool breeze a balm to his fevered soul

gazing intently into the gloaming
he espies a solitary figure yonder
is it the one he has been waiting for

the one who would make him feel alive
make butterflies sing and the moon blush
or is it just a will-o’-the-wisp

enticing, elusive and ephemeral
a heartbreaking but beautiful dream
that leaves shards of longing he bleeds upon!

Written for Sadje.

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