I long to sleep, to dream of you,
Just to see you, once again.
If only for, a moment or two,
To see your face, would ease the pain.
I think of you, as weary eyes,
Begin to close, I miss your love.
Please read my mind, from where you rest,
Come to my dreams, from up above.
And so I dream, I walk alone,
Searching for, my special one.
I'm in a field, of Golden corn,
And look toward, the setting sun.
I hear an old familiar voice,
I see you then, you call my name.
I run to you, and hold you tight,
I need to feel, your love again.
Awake from sleep, with tearful eyes,
Sweet memories, of your smiling face.
I long to sleep, to dream of you,
So we can share, that special place.
Jayne Davies
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