In Dim Lit Rooms

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In dim lit rooms, the people dance.

My heart does too, in solemn lands

Where lullabies stir beneath the gray;

I watch them dance, I watch them fade.

A sleep so warm; these walls so cold

A moment fractured in still repose,

Like a picture in an ill-bent frame.

But you held me right. You made me stay.

But I must awake. I must go on;

Life calls me into a different song

Of crowded streets with homesick strangers -- 

Of dreams held back by paper anchors.

Leaves collect under bus stop benches

Much as they do on the graves of princes.

I suppose we're separated by the dreams we dream;

I suppose we dream only when we're free.

I miss your voice; you weren't always perfect.

But when you sang the dreams, you made them feel worth it.

O let me not walk to the cadence of men --

Just let me dream once to find you again.

In dim lit rooms, I found my dance.

My heart did too.

Copyright 2014 by Ashley Williams