O.C. Bearheart

Detainment

Doesn’t matter

Be it dream, or even falsehood,
Lift me into the pale dawn
So that I might know
The refuge I was promised
When my eyes were closed,
When my real self
Lived and breathed
Within those precious moments
Between earth and sky
Where memories linger
Closest to death.
Where a scared little kid
Might know goodness,
And sleep soundly
In that faraway place
That’s exactly the same
As the world spinning
Beyond his closed eyes.
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