Dreams Yet To Be
Beyond the evening sky of hers, we lay
Dreaming again with thoughts that play
A symphony of me and her
Unheard except by us, it stirs
This melody that plays deep in my heart
That soothes my soul when we're apart
Brings me peace I play with fingers
Her hair, soft face, missed scent upon mine linger
Dreams will come and have an end
But not for us it's where I spend
Each waking moment, of her we breathe
My deepest sigh, deep need appease
The Sand Man comes again this day
To help me sleep, to make the way
To have in dreams what I can't hold
The best of me that makes me whole
In dreams of her that time once stole
Dream I will and fill myself
Of every part of her that makes us melt
Into a pool where she will see
Reflection hers I keep inside of me
and so I dream, dreams yet to be
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