Come To Me. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson
Come To Me.
Come to me
and in that place where silence dawns,
lay your head on my pillow
and softly dream of days gone by.
Dream, dream and in those dreams
live your wildest love.
Echoes from the past will consume you
just for a little while.
And when the darkness leaves
and the Sunlight trickles through the window,
the hope for a new day arrives
and with it my deep love for you.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
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