Natascha Sifnakis
Dreamland Warrior
The softest rock I ever rested
My heavy heart on...
Always near,
Millions of years away.
The fluttering of a bird's wing,
So comforting...
Always familiar and safe,
Stranger in the crowd...
Old soul I know so well,
Translucent when I turn my head...
Sorrow and lonelyness,
filled with love...
Broken into bits and pieces,
Never been so whole...
Untamed and raw,
So gentle to the touch...
Barbwired fences,
Around our field of dreams...
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Published on e-Stories.org on 10/10/2006.