Dreams, Come Back

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I do not remember my dreams.

If they come in the night,

they vanish, like breath, before morning.

I cannot smell the teen spirt.

I cannot taste the good life.

I cannot feel the earth move under my feet.

I cannot listen to the rhythm of the falling rain.

I cannot see what that woman, Lord, she been doing to me.

Dreams, come back, please.

I want your message in the night.

I need you to keep me asleep.

Forgive me for not paying enough attention,

If that’s what it is.

I’ll wait for you -

Tonight!

Will you meet me there?

Please don’t have me hold my breath.