Bach’s Preludes And Fuges

I cling to my dreams,

but the piano’s melody pulls me into consciousness.

 

Heavy with sleep,

a teddy bear clutches at my heart.

 

At my window,

branches form a percussion in my head.

 

I am awake.

Butterflies stir in my stigma how.

 

I free myself and begin the dance of today,

as I am softly drawn into the safety of my father’s music.

alone in the presence of another.Awakeningdreamssafety

◄ The Time Traveller

Rainbows Of Hope ►

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