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This is bizzare...
Again you return to me? Only for your face to be forgotten again, no doubt. Why does the sun's light so clog my memories of you? I know vaugaries. Dark hair, kind face, and a beautiful soul. But, brown eyes or green eyes or blue eyes the details escape me. Do you taunt me good sir? To be so kind as to give me directions through the maze of my own dreams, yet you cannot bear to be with me in daylight? Will I ever meet you? You, who have captivated my mind and soul, the one I wake yearning to know? Your name changes sometimes, but always you come back to me, when I least expect it, something rare these days... do you fear that someday, some detail will stick with me? That I'll pick you out of a crowd, and you'll have to fullfill those things you whispered to me in the depths of dreams?
My perpective retreats, and I see you there, in perfect detail, which I try to capture, like capturing smoke in a butterfly net, ... I start to forget, and you walk away smiling... Walking barefoot through my dreams again.