4OE

A dream designed to blow your mind,

Fate forged souls in blissful spite,

Believing in two paths aligned.

 

Cosmic blonde, stellar eyes, fine behind,

Her smile could show a blind man sight

Of a dream designed to blow his mind.

 

Finally alone, physically entwined,

An instant split by the word, “night” - 

Wondering if two paths aligned.

 

Maligned minds see that love’s not blind

But a cherry seed, spat with delight

On our dreams designed to blow our minds.

 

Reflective images kind to remind

Me of my plight; our instinctive right

To hope that two paths have aligned.

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Wanting to be wanted far outshined

by our communally primal fight

for a dream designed to blow my mind.

To believe that two paths align.