Step inside the sacred circle,
Eyes closed, head lulled,
Far away I dream of you,
The breath you draw is gathered by the star I wished upon
Dream letters I have written to you find a pathway in the wind,
Love is not by choice or will,
It finds you like a moth finds a light
The driftwood floats in the calm as I think of you
Far away you light a candle,
Watch it flicker as a dream gently passes through
As you dance in the stream,
And the setting sun tiptoes upon your hair,
As your eyes fall to calm,
Then rest your weary head upon this foolish dream of mine
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