It’s again
a thousand nights now
Others think
it’s someone, somewhere else
who’s disembodied voice
shakes the fragile peace
amidst my dreams and reveries

Surely you’re off
pondering something else

I wear the ring
made of silver spoons and things
You feed me from afar

No one knows who you are
who doesn’t touch
My mirage
made of loftier stuff
I taste what the world knows
I cannot reach
but still

C 2009 GC Cameron
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