it slowly wraps itself around my soul
this imperfect humanness of mine
it creeps up on me as i live this
charmed life of errors and rhyme
this life is real,
as real as my smile
in the morning as i dress,
still dreaming the dreams
of the day before i slept
still living the life
of the dreams i so created
it is real in its imperfectness
real in its searching
of that we hide within ourselves
real is the life that lives
imperfectly
true is the love that loves
unknowingly
Residence In Iceland 