Candle, am i a dream?
by the waterfalls of heaven, does some
grand dreamer imagine my own, "i am,"
that i should take care lest any step
be the snap of the branch that cracks
open the dream, and i
be no more than a fantasy forgotten? how can i tell i'm real, Candle?
my dreams once took to life too.
do you recall?
so how do i tell i am not a thing
that lives and breathes by the dictation
of a greater whim?
sometimes i feel as thin as air, after all. as usual, you offer no answers.
i will live as if i matter somewhere,
even if i am only a dream.
some dreams have moved me, after all.
and i would mean something.
i, a simple dream,
can touch the dreamer too. ghost
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