Potentiality of Sailing

I'm in love with a dream
The potential of what
Could be
It doesn't exist 

I believe in it

What is this blind faith?
What tells me
It could be real?
When it's only something
My heart can feel.

There is none
Proof yet to be seen
I'm only in a dream
With love
I'm only in love with
A dream.

I shall spill the wind
From my sails
To loose these
And capture
The wind, Anew.

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