Why do I stay up nights?
And then dream those frights?
Who are you that shares my breath?
Do you see my brain?

When I gaze upon your big blues
I fail to see my own
And when your sweet soul falls down on me
I can only realize that I am shame

Sometmes I want to tell you all
Everything that is in my mind
But your vision blinds me
Am I perceptual in your kaliedescope?

You, my beloved, are a star
You never needed me to see you
To know your brilliant magnitude
Or to know that you were looked upon
And loved

My life mirror shows only
Who I never should have become
And what I can never deny
I have betrayed my own self

I cannot explain the illusion, the dream of Tara
Not just that I never knew
Or always seemed to almost know
But that maybe I might have been afraid
To find out

My heart sings and burns
It's a portrait of the dying sun in pink mist
At the dawn of the sparkling moon
The stars flecking and expanding
The world turning, yearning, learning

I love you at the ledge of love
The turn of a new day, night, metamorphasis
As all stable reality shifts and moves
You take shape and remain
And all else is, or becomes, subsequential

I Love You

Tara Crown

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