I open my eyes
to Truth and Morning
the Sun of the Son
disguised as Rebirth
Dressed up in Love
A Sleepless nights'
bad Dream
is Not always a warning
and death
though sad
not always for Mourning
sometimes
it's an Expression
of a Means
of what Lies between
a meditation
between Lovers
in Two Separate worlds
with misunderstood Needs
But the Sun
is always There
guiding Lovers home
and Bad dreams
are just Truths
making themselves known
there will always be
poison spat
in the Face of the born
a vicious Assumption
that bears death's door
but the candle
in That window
was there long before
burned Flames of love
and still Flickers in death
two Souls
Two energies
intertwined forevermore
~Mindy
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