Lost is moon that whispers
Lengthy sun yearns for night
Mind wanders in fantasy
Visions dance with midnight wind
Sleep is a slumber of dreams
Soft is my breathing pillow
What rhythm that rocks me to slumber
Under this living melody
Limbs entangled is amatory
Amid the quiet dawn
Yet too soon it will all vanish
With the rising of morning sun!
© cat hodgson
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