As I close my eyelids,
and my dreams become lucid,
you run through them like a fawn,
during the peak hours of dawn,
galloping in the Meadows,
as it peaceful settles,
to drink from the creek,
the words you speak,
put my mind as ease,
and me on my knees,
and eager to hear,
everything with care,
that comes from your voice,
the sweet moist,
of its vocal,
become my very focal,
to hear your sweet whisper,
that paints a pitcher,
that is deep and vivid,
a dream that is knitted,
perfectly, like the notes of a composer,
it draws us in closer,
and are eyes are connected,
in a moment perfected,
are lips kiss so gently,
all hurt feeling of the past go empty,
and we enter mentally,
in a world of bliss,
but my alarm clock rings,
and sadly it brings,
and brings me back to what exist,
but every time I close my eyes, I dream of your kiss.
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