A Dream’s Song

My dreams glide through

these waking eyes

leaving with the morning’s

fresh light.

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Yet for a moment

the memory remains

of a land full of wonders,

the eyes of my beloved,

beholding.

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It follows me in dream realms,

this love, emerging with the daylight.

It caresses my soul,

and glides into the abyss

of salty seas.

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And as I lay awake here in the morn,

alone with my own renditions,

I soak up the night’s last gift

of your eyes looking into mine,

a dream’s song that fades as the day

begins.

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