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Slowly we lay our bodies in our beds, Our feet they ache as though filled with leads. Our pillows now our heads do touch, The strain of the day showing, oh so much.
Our minds laden with thoughts so weary, The work of today has been dull and dreary. We both toss and turn for hours on end, The sweetness of sleep lurks just round the bend.
So near to me and yet so far away, Perhaps I will see you another day. Soon our minds will begin to slumber, Bringing on dreams too many to number.
As we sleep our bodies lie still, Our souls rise and search until; The dreams unite our souls on another plain, One dream so deep it ends all our pain.
Our essences so divinely one, All others are now noone. I see only you in all my dreams, To see you in life, I'd do all in my means.
I believe that you must be real, For in my dreams it is you that I feel. My soul mate I wish we could meet, But in my dreams all I see is a peek.
Send me a sign, let me know where to look, My life is so lonely, I spend it in a book. Where are you? I frequently ask.... I keep looking but it is a hard task.
- Michelle Wetmore
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