Rising

The air rises with my breath

And my soul has followed,

Lifted high above this town,

High above woe and melancholy

To a place somewhere between

The enchantment of dreams

And the realism of existence

I am in a place between the

Dawn clouds and the midnight

Stars and I feel that all is possible

So, pray, hold me down so that

I don’t whisk away to oblivion,

So I do not rise up away from you

Don’t you see, I need you too?

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