How many shades of reality

there are,

and yet no reality at all.


A star sang in the Heavens

the lark had risen high.

He took my life upon his wing

and taught me how to fly.

This little bird he never left,

his singing fills my sky.

Now glancing back

on all those years

the truth I find is this:

He's filled my heart 

with woven dreams

from which I've lived 

life by, and he will go on

weaving them untill the day I die.


The reality inside my head

is all I wish to know.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

As ever for ' D.'

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