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 When At Night We Fly

Silver moon's luminescent lure,
sparkling stars inviting,
our playground for the night.
My hand in yours,
making magical connection in our dreams.
Together, surpassing the impossible,
dancing on marshmallow clouds,
songs weaving playful harmonies,
rejoicing the inner child.
Me, your Sleeping Beauty,
You, my Handsome Prince,
soaring, carefree, unencumbered,
defying gravity,
shedding the heaviness of life
for a brief moment each night.
Eyelids veil the portal
and amidst the slumber
our perfect world delights.
Would I know you on the street?
Perhaps not,
but, we are one when at night we fly.

**To Curtis, my handsome prince and playmate in my dreams!!**

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