When my
spirit begins to lift
And I enter
a dimension other than this one I write upon;
I will send
colors of poetry into your soul.
So that when
you wake from your slumber you will see;
This love
was all but what we were told.
And when I’m
flying through space and dancing with the beams of light,
I will embed
the dream within my mind,
So that once
I wake, so will the divine.
But until then, I will meet you in the absence of time
Where this love I speak of never dies
Goodnight, my love.
The moon is
calling me home.
I’ll travel
the stars, my love.
Just to see
what fate has already shown.
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