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Love to Dream, Long to See

Sometimes,
I stare at the emptiness
Silence...
Solitude...
I am that silence
I am that solitude.
The world is spinning tirelessly
while souls scatter
and I remain stationary.

Sometimes I dream dreams of sleeping
for only in sleep are we truly awake
Awake to a shifted world
where we know what it means
to see...to believe...to be.

That one moment
where possibility is prominent
Where we are no longer afraid
of that devil derived in doubt.

I love to dream...
but reality misleads.
My eyes are open,
but when will I see?

1998

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Still Waters

By Christina Avila

Poetry and Prose