Your arms of the Taj Mahal
You capture the drowning feathers
Red crinoline rainbows
Norway pines sighing in the Rockies
Sky with visitors
Venus has winds of fire
Buffalo like ghosts of the plains
We ride the crest of the tides
Slow rhythmic mystic tides
Gather the philodendrons
Dream on golden fields
Sing in the honey meadows
Breeze with fingers of poetry
Dreams sing like crystal rivers
Radiant cardinals on the boughs
Robins share such hope
Children laugh like islands
Night brings a gracious dawn
The sheets still have star dust
I love to hold you
I love to awake with you next to me
Inspired to be a better man
You sleep like a honeymoon
Your hair as soft as heaven
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