He comes in the morning
Like a song of longing
He slips in through my dreams at dawn
Even before the morning light
Through my drawn blinds
Between the conscious and unconscious mind
He confesses his secret desires
In a few minutes I will forget
What dreams lay here
Until tomorrow when I hear his confessions again
Louder, closer each day
All day and all night
I wonder if this world is real
The world that conceals an impossible love
SUBLIME COURAGE 
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