Every Dream Drempt

One ought to lay one's head to rest gently, every night.
Letting the day and its sorrow fade away. . .
There is no more to be had, there is no fight.
Life lingers in this way, in this half-light.

I wake whenever and where-ever I may,
I see peticulars in this peculiar little dream!
I feel it the same, in every single way,
Except, Lord, it has changed.

And boy it is said, time and time again,
where one fancies oneself, like magnetism,
attraction is manufacturing it.
Besos dulces y tu sabes tambien.

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One ought to lay one's head to rest gently, every night.
Letting the day and its sorrow fade away. . .
There is no more to be had, there is no fight.
Life lingers in this way, in this half-light.