The Blind

You said your dreams, and I said mine.
Translucent they stood, that night,
Impossibly fine.
Violated even by the half light
From beyond the blind.

Viewed together they gained
Momentary strength.
Casting larger, darker stains
Of previously unimagined length
Deep into the unrestrained.

Morning drains the night’s intent
Indifferent, light reveals
The clarity which darkness lent
Was never real
And hardly even meant.

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