yet…there is you

the way of words
If only one
you so speak

This can not be
but a dream

no one understands
my language
calls to me
my real name

and yet…there is you

shall I dare risk
emulate 
collect stardust 
reflected upon
the waves of your sea

could I far travel
without boat and 
or Machiavellian scheme

touch promises
kiss beautiful anew
a distant sunrise

in this;

romance
or 
fading dream 

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