Level Nine

I’ve began to dream

of someone or something else,

I cannot yet tell,

as the nights fall 

from my eye lids,

I feel perhaps,

I can still live.

A chance for freedom

in a different heart,

words of wisdom,

a work of art.

I’ve began to long

for silence

more than any other

soul, more than any other

love I can describe;

This, is level nine.

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