Because It Is

                                     Because It Is

                                     You cannot dream things that never were
                                     for in a sometime and a somewhere
                                     they've taken place and left their indelible memory
                                     on your mind.

                                     Only to be remembered when a slim shadow
                                     casts its spell across your life
                                     and causes you to bring forth a relic,
                                     a piece of the dream that had its substance
                                     in a far time when love was pocketed
                                     near your heart and brought forth to heal
                                     a wound, to make life complete.

                                     Never to question why or why not.
                                     Simply because it is.
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