The Dreamer
By Kabriel Moorehead
The girl of his dreams haunts him nightly
Drifting in and out of his amygdala's made up memories
Always playing a major role
But never present in the final act
The curtains close every morning
Leaving a star searching for answers among his peers
Only to be reminded that the constellations share no secrets
Oh but if they did, the anecdotes they would tell
A story for the ages
Of memories drifting down the stream of consciousness
Lost
Although never forgotten
To the man who chases them in vain
A cheeky smile leaves a imprint on his mind
Like fresh tracks in the wild
It is a path to be followed
As he attempts make up ground
The dreamer takes flight
Copyright 2012| Kabriel Moorehead
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