The Middle Ground Of Dreams

I have chosen not to feel you in every drop of rain
I have chosen to be blind and not see your pain
But how can I not feel you..in the winds of the past
Your every memory.. molded in my heart ..forever to last




In the night you are mine though..amidst the floating sky
In the randomness of memory..the dreams that go by
For no one can take you away from me..no not even you
Nor can the harshness of reality..diminish 
that truthfulness of this true heart for you