I dreamt of you
walking a dark path,
trees whispering to the night,
all in shadows
you in light.
I heard no footsteps,
your feet were bare.
Chiffon? Silk?
Utter whiteness, contrasted
with your obsidian hair.
A silver chain,
a choker
sparkling in a muted moonlight.
The same sparkle on your cheeks.
Tears?
To my heart,
tears in moonlight speaks.
I dreamt of you.
You
were
alone.
........................................
It was always my intention
to reach you in the night.
So quietly I tread.
Barefooted
innocence
dusting
your stream of dreams.
Precious orb of light I cup
within my glowing hands
this treasure.
Every
thought of you
I've been keeping
lit like a candle
to haunt you
with my
heart;
my song to you like a
messenger dove cooing
in the back of your deepest
sleep.
You saw me alone,
because
I was
waiting
for
You.
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